6Once again, I slept like a baby; it must have something to do with the sensational sex I’m getting. I’m snuggled in the warm covers; I realize my legs are wrapped around a pillow, and I’m rather aroused. I recall my dubious deeds since meeting Rachel, wild, unbelievable sexual encounters. The relaxing massage that turned
Lunch in the Arts District
It’s a fantasy that we both Mysty and I share. Sitting at my work desk, I reread the messages from the night before and this morning. The pictures are tantalizing and the excitement is palpable in her dirty talk. I set my phone down on the desk and have to adjust myself before my next