Aiden cleared his throat, and read softly, “I keep imagining someone finding out about this account and scolding me for being so bad, so filthy -” His eyes flickered up, gauging my expression. I was shaking, torn between excitement and terror. He went on, “- I imagine them punishing me, forcing me to live out all the fantasies I’ve posted here just to teach me a lesson.” He slowly put down his phone, and leaned against the bar. “I really liked that one.” “I did too,” I whispered.
