Interrupted
It was one of those frantic days at work, and I needed to relax. After a long shower, I slipped on my white terrycloth robe, and padded my way to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of chardonnay. As I stood in the kitchen sipping my favorite grape, the only sound I could hear was that of the rain pinging against the kitchen window. The Georgia summer storm was arousing and somewhat sensual. My body was feeling sensual as well, and my alone-time at home was filling my head with naughty...
Seduction