Beatrice

I'm dreaming that Cole is kissing me. My body is on fire, and I rise to meet him, my legs straddling him. I grip him against me and kiss his shoulder, tasting his salty skin. I lick and kiss, and I want more. I've never wanted anything or anyone the way I want Cole. He is my all and my everything. I'm overcome with arousal and I feel sexy as hell, like there's no way for him to reject me. I'm desire itself. I'm a Viagra pill with a waif-like waistline. I'm a stag film with ...