Author: viktorredreichandnaomiwildman

He’s twice my age and I do what he tells me to. Even secret, private things. Every day he asks for more, and I’m getting addicted to all the increasingly wild things he asks of me. My abdomen clenches in excitement when my phone buzzes with a text from him… but that’s the only way we ever communicate. We’ve never actually met. I’ve never felt his strong, protective arms around my tiny … strong, protective arms around my tiny waist. Never inhaled his masculine scent. Never felt the warmth of his rich, raspy voice in my ear. I don’t even…