Birdwatching
I tell my wife that I'm going birding, going to watch owls, so I'll be out all night. She packs me a snack, some sandwiches and a flask, and she goes off to bed, alone. I pick you up on the corner " you're waiting there with a bag of your own " and we drive out of town, my hand on your leg, stroking your thigh, rasping my nails over your jeans. A few miles down the coast, down some twisty lanes, we find a beach " dark, with the calm water sparkling in the moonlight. We park, and I reach for...
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