James.

Sitting at the kitchen counter the next morning, I stared off into the abyss, thinking about everything that had happened last night. Ivy had come into my room and rocked my world as she usually did, but she said something I couldn’t explain.

A feeling that overwhelmed me, and like a passenger in a car, I was forced to take a back seat while something else moved forward. Thinking of it now, how whatever it was moved with Ivy in sexual pleasure all night long, ...