Coin Flip Destiny: My First Surrender to Master
His apartment door loomed that first evening after the coin flips. Three times pile or face. My hands shook flipping that damn coin. Heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. Twenty-three, horny as hell, vibrator gathering dust. Karaoke night sparked it all. Spotted Louis across the smoky room. Older, confident. Eyes locked. Chatted…
