The Morning After
I watched him sleeping peacefully in my bed, the sheets twisted in all kinds of ways, his brown hair tossed carelessly and his mouth slightly open. He was lying on his stomach clutching the pillow. I smiled thinking of the night before. Our bodies pressed tightly together on the dance floor, the excitement as his hand slid under my barely-there dress. No one could tell that his fingers were pushed deep in pussy and each grinding movement that looked like dancing was pushing them even deeper....
Straight Sex