“What am I even doing here?” I muttered to myself for the umpteenth time. I don’t...
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The bottle of the lube was left on the nightstand. I knew what that meant for tonight… He...
I’m not one to nap. Unlike John Brownstone, I do not fall asleep easily — hand him a...
“I’m glad we fucked.” Instead of seductive and satisfied, I know I come across as...
