Warren

Once again, I wake with the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg in my nose and a raging hard-on pressed against the soft, fleshy backside of my mate.

In my half-asleep state, I check the time and see that it’s mid-afternoon. We’ve slept through the day once again.

I begin to rub my hands up and down her bare thigh, moving to her flat stomach and up to her breasts. I knew I’d love the feel of her soft body. She fits against me perfectly, and something about her softness feels like silk ...