Morning After

"“Are you wet for me?” you ask."

I awake to the morning light peeking through the window. My surroundings lit ever so faintly by the sun. My eyes adjusting to the morning. I stretch, my body feeling sore from your beautifully painful torture the night before. I...

Oh my dear, what brings you here? Is it the pleasures of my company? Shall I begin to play my mandolin, to recite tales most softly? I do declare, I can’t control my stare, as you cross the room with...