After Class

My hands took hold of her shoulders, and I began to massage them. She purred under my touch, the relief she desired so deprived to her.It was our secret. Our mutual attraction. Not something found out of a need for grades, but for a woman who needed a real man in her life, where her so called husband had failed her every step of the way.Do you have a kinky confession? Submit your confession anonymously at Aaural.co/confess and we may just feature yours in our next short story narrated by professional steamy actors.