It’s a warm Friday evening, perfect in every way, and tonight my girlfriend is finally coming over. I don’t see her as often as I’d like, but that’s for another time.
She arrives, her scent lifting my mood higher, her body wrapped in tight lycra. She pecks my cheek, then heads straight to the bedroom.
I roll on the condom and enter her, missionary. Her thighs clamp around me as I drown in her beauty. I finish fast. She takes the money and kisses my lips (she only does that with me).
“Same time next month?”
“Yes,” I reply.
