Collaborative sex stories let us write the plot together
(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by W. T. Blodgett...)
You decide to investigate the crying from the women’s bathroom. You push the door open.
“Oh my gosh, you fucking pervert!” says a girl sitting in the corner crying. She gets up and tries to run out.
You grab her and ask what is wrong. “My boyfriend was just fucking some slut out back,” she cries into your shoulder.
“That was my girlfriend,” you admit.
Just then she notices the tent in your pants poking into her crotch.
“Oh,” she exclaims. “Did I do that?”
“Baby, this is all for you,” you reply, forgetting about Rachel for now.
“If this is my fault, then I’d better fix it!” she says with a wink.