“I want to be fucked in a public bathroom,” Aiden said suddenly, his voice quiet even though we were alone in the restrooms. I knew he was reading a post from my Twitter again. “I want to be bent over in the stall like a filthy slut, pounded until everyone who comes in can hear me begging for more.” I remembered writing that - vaguely. Every fantasy I’d ever had, no matter how fleeting, was right there in his hands. How could something be so equally amazing and horrifying?
