Five or six shots of espresso through no demand of my own. Perfect end to a commute with a worthwhile jumper. playing “Sing Out” by Celtic Women Steering a curve at 65 with my knees heading into a bright orange sun south of the dark cityscape. The jumper was good! and turned out to be, blessed of all,…
They want my time but it’s all mine and I’m not giving it up.Only to two who are both true they are the ones that fill my cup. Sexy and hot these two men that I’ve got, who could ask for anything more?Both are so different in every way, I can’t wait to see what…
As some of you know “Stockholm Story” is half true and half fiction. I had great fun writing this chapter, because a lot of things mentioned here are based on experience, and even though they were confusing to me back then, now they just bring me a dirty smile. ******************* Names of days changed but…
Josh’s tongue slid across mine; the feeling of it one of the most amazing I’ve ever felt. I pulled him tighter against me, and he did the same. His body was slick against mine; oh how I wish we could have stayed like this forever… but he pulled away. I laid my head against his chest,…