10
Quentin
After another heavy session with Winter, she was back in my arms. I had not before practiced the art of snuggling with any of the other females I had laid. Winter’s nose brushed against my skin and made the muscles quiver. I didn’t think she knew the power she held over me. It had been less than a week since I met her and my animal had fallen in love. I saw the potential in such a desirable woman.
She and I spoke throughout the night. Winter was persistent in asking me about my past. When I told her about growing up with my parents, her lips would press together, her eyes would soften in sympathy I did not seek.
“What about Christmas? Did you go with them to pick out a tree? Then did you decorate it? And oh my God! How was it waking up Christmas morning?”
She wanted the cla
