Morning After Moans
It wasn’t the coffee that woke me up—it was the memory of what he did at 2 a.m.
Taboo or risky
It wasn’t the coffee that woke me up—it was the memory of what he did at 2 a.m.
Hot stones, slow hands, and a masseuse who knew exactly what I needed.
I wore no panties to the office… and he noticed.
Forgive me, Father… for I’m about to sin all over again.
A late-night stranger. A tight dress. And zero inhibition between floors.