Chapter Seven
I told KC all the tales I had to tell of Rossi and me. “Tell me about Rossi,” he would start; and without having to think about what I’d reveal next, the lurid details of my life with the professor spilled free.
Late one afternoon, I went to the theatre for what was becoming our usual round of spanking and s*x. The event was as delicious as it had been the first time we tried the ritual—a fact that seemed pretty strange since I tired of other lovers easily. My bottom was still freshly warm and comforting when he asked the question, and the tale that followed rambled into a few of the more unsettling times with Rossi. I took care of my agitation by going blank as I recounted the pictures that appeared in my head. I felt as though I was talking out of a lifeless void.
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