I wake to the sounds of birds and the smell of your hair. Stretching out I feel the blood rushing and my shorts begin to bulge as I roll over to you; you’re my little spoon. Your feet rub mine and you let out a small groan as you feel me get close, the kind… Continue reading Good Morning #11
Leaving the restaurant I take your hand in mine and suggest a wonder around the streets near the hotel, “Perhaps a little window shopping, I can’t imagine much will be open at this time of night”. We walk hand in hand for a minute talking while I listen to the fluctuations in your voice as your enthusiasm… Continue reading Taking Your Hand in Mine.