Dear readers,
It’s about to get PG-rated, hot and ultra-steamy if you will, and I trust that our open relationship will allow for robust storytelling.
Picture this: the bathroom door locked, a sultry playlist serenading my triumphant return to the realm of dripping desire, and a curtain drawn with the anticipation of a grand reveal. I cranked the cold knob and it flowed forth like a long-lost lover I hadn’t seen in years. The first drops came with a gurgling noise of surprise as the pipes filled and emptied of air. For a moment, I stood there with my eyes closed, savouring every blissful moment. I stood there feeling its warmth wrap around me.
