Chapter Three
I loved William Sage as my lover. I loved thinking of him that way. I would wake each morning blushing to myself over things we’d done together the day before. I imagined him naked. I imagined his stiff prick. And I imagined his powerful command over me that made my body feel in ways it was meant to feel.
Our first time together after my deflowering, we took a picnic to my secret glade. It was the perfect day for bathing myself in the warm sun. And this would be special having him at my side, just inches away from me.
“Take off your clothes,” he told me, when we were settled on the large flat rock.
I was acting sheepish, like that first time when I’d found him staring at me in the broad daylight. There was little to shed, but I was suddenly reluctant, feeling self consc
