Boner Killer
a novel in three orgasms
by Alan Antrios
“I feel like there’s something he’s not telling me .”
He chuckled.
“Of course there is. You know as well as I do that everyone has a secret room nobody’s allowed in.”
I didn’t know what to say after that; I had the feeling he was daring me to take the bait. But what was the bait? And where was he reeling me?
“You must have one of your own, too.” My pulse quickened, tingling in my throat, my taint, my eyeballs. “Everyone does.”
How nosy an assumption. How presumptuous. I felt violated, but also seen.