Do you need to talk?”
I shook my head and said, “I do, but I’m going to grab coffee with a friend.” I tried giving her a half-hearted smile. At least, that’s what I suspected. Our distance had been the biggest issue between us, and it had been a little over a month since we’d seen each other. “I’ve been a great boyfriend. We had enjoyed tying each other down and dripping all sorts of things on each other’s bodies from hot wax to honey. “Me too.”
“Are you okay? At least, that’s what I suspected. “No, thank you. I lived in New York. I told her to leave and lock the door on the way out. “I get it,” I said. “Aw. “No, thank you. Jessica looked back at me, mouth parted as she drank in oxygen between moans. I enjoyed exploring her body as I felt her moan and whimper around my thumb in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss. “I told her I was going to ask her to marry me,” I finally said. “Aw. With naturally crimson lips, sparkling hazel eyes, and cute dimples on her cheeks when she smiled, she looked like a princess in a cartoon, albeit one with a bit of a different build.
