His phone vibrated on the desk beside his laptop and he touched the screen to open her text. She often messaged him in the afternoons, leaving his mornings to him to be productive without her distracting words and images. Those snippets of her fed the hunger in him, both a blessing and a curse, as…
How It Always Starts
Kissing and talking is how it always starts, isn’t it? He starts undressing me and touching between my legs. I’m getting wet fast and with his left hand on the middle of my chest he kneels over me.