Love the opening, love the ending, love the concept, but I feel like I just read the first and last chapters of a romance novel. The best parts were missing.
I'm merely a lover of erotica as well as an amazing man who loves me in return. Most of my stories start out as dreams and expand from there. I've many more stuck in my head and as bits and pieces either in notebooks or on my laptop. One day maybe they'll all make it out into...