Top of the Morning
It had been a good night. I was hoping for a better morning. So, I stood at the counter in the kitchen, rinsing the little bread plate I’d had my muffin on. The coffee cup would follow. I never heard him coming. His arms came around me from behind, his hands going to the places they normally found when he held me from behind. I felt his face press against the nape of my neck, the slight roughness of his day’s worth of growth scratching gently as his lips pressed against me. That kiss was...
Erotic Fiction