Solace
“Missed you,” he says in a sleepy mumble, and bleary-eyed he tumbles into the empty space on his side of my bed, pressing his length against my side and wrapping… Read more »
“Missed you,” he says in a sleepy mumble, and bleary-eyed he tumbles into the empty space on his side of my bed, pressing his length against my side and wrapping… Read more »
When I sent Nate (author of one previous guest post and a few other blogs) the Frompt instructions, he replied with an email the next day saying, “Not to be a blog hog,… Read more »