Chapter SixSlate
The first thing I normally do on Monday mornings is catch up on all the emails that inevitably pile up over the weekend. But I’m still riding the high of my Saturday night with Keaton, and I can’t stop replaying every blissful moment of discovery we shared long enough to focus.
How her delicate fingers looked wrapped around my hard c**k. How she approached my instructions, tentative at first, but quickly gaining confidence. And then turning the tables on her, watching her eyes flutter and feeling her beautiful body shudder as I brought her to climax with my hands . . .
I give up on thinning out my in-box for the moment and go to the office kitchen. Maybe some coffee will help me get into the proper working groove. As I pour myself a cup, the memory of Keaton’s curious,
