Turn My Pages Like a Book

In bed. A short,  white, cotton nightdress. Nothing else. A warm, downy quilt embraces her. Something wakes her, a tingle up her spine. She reaches over to the pillow next to her , expecting to rest her hand on his bare chest. He's not there. 3 am. A glance at the window and she sees... Continue Reading →


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