The dorm was quiet except for the soft glow of my phone screen and the distant hum of the AC. I was already half-undressed, tank top shoved up under my t**s, panties around one ankle, legs spread on the narrow bed. My anonymous was online. The only person who ever got the real version of me.
I typed with one hand.
LittleLamb: so today on the campus tour… long empty hallway after the group moved on. I kept imagining Marcus was there. waiting. like he used to wait outside my door at home.
The reply came almost instantly.
Anonymous: and what did I do next, my little lamb?
My stomach flipped. He always did that—slipped straight into first person like he was already inside the fantasy with me.
I hesitated, thumbs hovering.
LittleLamb: you… you grabbed my wrist. hard. pulled me into the c
