~ Sophie, Natasha, and porn ~

There’s a choice of things Sophie normally orders from the menu. All her must have’s from her favorite Chinese. Food has always been the way to her heart, and I am pulling out the stops after my flowers nose-dived out her bedroom window.

She knows how to make me suffer, and I hate fighting with her.

She’s sitting at the table, eyeing the familiar containers, and I momentarily hold my breath. Watching her, a smile spreads across my face ...