“Amanda! This is a sensation so excruciating that only someone with really ticklish skin who has experienced it will appreciate it. I’d been organising a conference on behalf of my employer in another city. At this point it doesn’t matter anyway. Open the door or I’ll call a locksmith to open it.”
My head whipped round, my mouth opening in surprise. Could I have your phone number?”
Somewhat surprised, I gave it to her. I was in a haze comprising equal parts painkillers and pain. She never tried to be artificially cheery with me. Mila wasn’t done. “Stop torturing me,” I whined. At other times those same memories would be a cruel reminder of what I had no longer. That’s a promise.”
I sighed and looked up at the sky. Later, we sat on my bed, sipping wine and watching softcore porno movies on the same laptop on which I’m writing this. Unable to stop myself from crying out, I hit an orgasm that left me biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.
