The Laundry Room Silence
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We sat at his kitchen table, the clock nearing 11AM. He was buzzing with radiant energy; glowing even. I could feel my jeans touching every inch of my skin. Never had I been so aware of touch or the way each wrinkle of fabric felt against my leg; tight yet fluid.
I had just given him his first threesome. Read more…