I’m sitting here, my heart pounding, as I think about the way he looked at me when he finished. The way his eyes rolled back, the way his body tensed, and the way he groaned as he came down my throat. I can still taste him, still feel the way his cock throbbed as he shot his load. And you know what? It turned me on. It turned me on to know that another man got off in my mouth. That another man used me, that another man took what he wanted from me. And I let him. I fucking let him. And now, as I sit here, I can’t help but wonder if you’re turned on by the thought of it too. If you’re turned on by the thought of me being a slut, of me being used, of me being a good little whore for another man.