Sexual urges Stories

Wendy perched on the window seat as she looked out through the round bedroom window. Like most days since turning sixteen, she was grumpy, but today she was also annoyed, having just been grounded by her mother. “Grounded,” she muttered to herself. “I am of age; too old to be grounded. It is not my fault that I have these sexual urges. I am not a young child anymore.” The weather was also not helping Wendy’s mood. Raindro...