Camille

I am not sure which, but it is either my sex starved pussy or my throbbing heart, which doesn't seem to know how to control blood flow in the presence of this new man that is making decisions for me now.

My sane mind has nothing to do with initiating a date – that is what this is, right? - with this man.

Or maybe it does, but I am too flushed even to think straight.

More embarrassed was I by the knowing smile that slipped up the corner of his beautiful face when I shamelessly ...