PLOT
My father arranged for a Black man named Michael to stay at our home. He was cheerful, and we became friends quickly. However, my happiness was shattered when I found messages from another woman on my boyfriend's phone. Seeing me devastated by his infidelity, Michael gently asked, 'Are you okay?' While talking, I caught a glimpse of a dark, cylinder-like object. Suddenly, a surging pressure filled me as the massive rod began to move like a piston. It was a sensation of my insides being physically expanded—something I had never felt before—as if a door deep inside me had finally been forced open.