My Steamy Story: Attraverso ricatti emotivi. Quando Alex ...

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, strap in because I am about to spill some seriously forbidden tea. No cap, the vibe in my stepmom's boujee apartment was so tense you could taste it. She was just standing there in her iconic, severe designer dress, her slate-gray eyes locked on me. I'd totally bombed my midterm, and her "consequences" were, she said, to... refocus my energy. IYKYK, and I knew.

She didn't say a word, just walked over and her hands were on my waist. "Such a disappointment," she whispered, but her voice was low and thirsty. Then her mouth was on mine, and OMG, it wasn't a mom-peck. This was a deep, sensual kiss, all tongue and possession, and I was low-key shook because my body was already betraying me, getting hard AF. She broke the kiss, her thumbs circling my nipples through my shirt. "We'll start here, since your brain clearly isn't working." She was totally giving main character energy, and I was just her simp. She made me kneel, her dominance absolute, and I knew this was just the beginning. The way she looked at my dick? She was a addict, and I was her fix. Period. She's the GOAT of manipulation, and I'm just here for the ride, sheesh.