When I first stirred in the warm bed, it took me a moment to realise why I felt so safe. I had grown so used to waking up in a state of tension and fear. Why did I feel so comfortable? And what was this warm, sugary, somehow dirty sense of delight that seemed to be curled up somewhere inside me?
Then I registered the heavy, comforting arm that lay across my naked back as I nestled in the middle of the huge, soft bed. And it all came rushing back. With a jolt, the reality hit me, and for a moment I tensed. The arm draped possessively across me belonged to James. And James was the man who, last night, had f****d my virgin ass for the very first time. The memory of it made me shiver. The memory of everything else that had happened last night made me quail suddenly with nervous fear.
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