The conversations were getting deeper. The fantasies going back and forth between them were in such
The conversations were getting deeper. The fantasies going back and forth between them were in such detail, she couldn’t help getting wet when she typed them out from the library down the street from her house. She had probably fingered herself right in that chair more than 15 times reading his words, and writing her own in reply. Finally, she started to wonder… what if I told him? What if I let him know it was me all along? Would her brother feel the same way…? -- source link