“Knock knock”, the security guard knocks on the glass, scaring the shit out of us. We look at each other, terrified from the knock, but moreso that either of us might have changed our minds about wanting each other desperately.
Zach fumbles through promising the security guard he would leave the parking lot. I’m certain he wasn’t expecting a couple of our ages making out like we were, which was ...
I start my day the same way every day. My alarm rings, and so does my husbands’, a warning that our time together is ending soon, as we push tighter into each other to steal the skin to skin contact while we can. The minutes pass as I slowly lower my standards. Do I really need to wash my hair? I showered yesterday, it’s not like a stink! But time kept marching on either way, and as usual, I’ve pu...