“Honey, I’m home,” Tom called out as he walked in the door. He took off his coat and hung it up, setting his briefcase by the small table in the entryway. Dropping his keys on the table, Tom picked up the days mail and leafed through it. “Nothing but bills,”… Read more“Valentines Week: Monday”
Etiket: mistress anne
I can’t breathe
I can remember as far back as my high school days and even now, that being around a certain type of guy or man, always made me nervous. It wasn’t until just a few weeks ago that I was able to piece together the why. Until that moment, it was… Read more“I can’t breathe”