ALL I WANT IS A DEEP THRUST! The End.

Chapter 2 I pushed the doorknob slightly and slipped inside, my hand trembling so badly I almost dropped it. The door creaked softly behind me as I closed it, my breath catching in my throat. I didn’t even know why I was here. My body had moved before my brain could stop me. It was like something inside me dragged me to this house, something darker than anger, heavier than frustration. Something that scared me. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. My chest rose and fell quickly, like I had been running. My legs felt weak, my knees unsteady as I stood there in nothing but a skimpy short and a loose top with no bra underneath. My mind screamed at me to turn around, to run, to go home before I did something I could never take back. But my feet stayed rooted to the floor. My hand, the same hand that had turned the doorknob, wouldn’t move. “Should I go back?” I whispered under my breath, my voice shaky and uncertain. “What are you doing?” The deep voice came from behind me, so sudden and