My cock was still twitching from Hope‘s most recent draining of it when I stumbled on a page in a journal from our first evening together. I asked her, as I left for the men’s room, to write some words.
Here’s what she wrote:
Sly
Quiet
Firm
Tight
Wet
Gorgeous
Free
Simple
Funny
Lovely
And then, beneath that list, one other word. It looks to have begun with “A,” and to have ended with “ing.” Or maybe, with “y.” I can’t quite tell. She scribbled it out furiously.