a student. a teacher. you'd either expect a kinky love story which had no value or a relationship with no more than an ask of academic help. unfortunately that wasn't an option for anxiety ridden kimberly browne and words of velvet alex david.

cigarettes

"TELL ME EVERYTHING you little slut," Richard joked, yet still had a hint of seriousness as he actually desired to know what happened. 


An annoyed sigh escaped my lips, as I thought of all the reasons as to why I shouldn't tell Richard everything, and one of 


the reasons wasn't because Richard called me a slut. I knew he was joking because I wasn't a slut. We both knew that. 


A confused look was painted on Richard's face. "What the fuck do you mean, nothing?" He spoke, clearly surprised that I wasn't telling him what happened. 


"I didn't go, Richard," I lied simply, not wanting to talk about it and I wasn't sure as to why. Of course I trusted him, I trusted him with the whole of my heart, and even more perhaps, but I just didn't want to talk about it. 


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