The morning light hit my face like a physical blow, a harsh reminder that I had survived yet another night of college-level debauchery.
I groaned, pulling the heavy duvet over my head, trying to block out the world. But the attack didn't stop. It was my aunt Li, the woman who was supposed to be my mentor and guide, shaking me awake with the ferocity of a demon possessed person.
"WAKE UP!!!"
"Up, you lazy heathen!" she barked, her voice slicing through the haze of my hangover. "We have no time for your indulgences. Get dressed. You have school! Untie that young man." Her disgust with me was clear.
But who cares?
Sex is part of life.
I peeled the covers away, squinting against the glare.
For a second, I thought I was still dreaming. Because there really was someone in my room. Tied up.
He was naked, and flushed with pleasure, blindfolded over his eyes, and his erection was a monument to his suffering. He looked like a trapped animal, helpless and exposed.
Shit.
