There are very few guys in my life that I can sleep with and be absolutely sure it won’t change our friendship. He is one of them. We had been friends for years with no sexual contact, not that I ever expected any from him. Sure, we flirted, but most of our conversations were soothing…
I had gotten out of bed early in the morning and prepared a roast with all the trimmings to put into the oven and slow cook. It was a good thing I hadn’t procrastinated because I had 2 hours until he was to be home from work. That was barely enough time to get cleaned…
He’s always down by her place, giving her attention. I can see him each time he pays her a visit. Does he think I don’t know? I watch when he gets near her. His face lights up and he gets that rosy glow about him. Am I jealous? Of course I am. What does she…
I can never hide anything. My eyes are windows directly to my soul. Sometimes, I hate it. They literally gloss over when I am super wound up and horny.