Touching The Coach's Abs

Summary

After three rounds of drinks, my swim coach carried me into the restroom.

While I was still dizzy from the alcohol, he turned slightly and stripped off his shirt.

Looking at his deeply chiseled abs, a wave of raw desire ignited inside me.

I reached out instinctively, but froze my hand in mid-air, suddenly self-conscious.

To my surprise, he leaned in with a wicked smirk:

"Want to touch it?"

Before I could think, he grabbed me forcefully...

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My name is Stacey, and I am twenty-eight years