By M.P. Strayer Copyright ©2025 She rocks back rolling her hips and swinging her bare leg over my bare thighs and I feel the air of her bedroom suddenly cold on my damp crotch and then she’s grabbing my hand and pulling me up and out of her little bed urgently and not speaking and she guides me to her desk chair and pushes me down into the seat smiling now and then she pushes the chair on its wheels into a nook of mirrors three walls of gleaming closet doors all facing each o