The Therapist
It was a typical Southeast Colorado summer day. The air was hot and dry and the wind was blowing just
DevamIt was a typical Southeast Colorado summer day. The air was hot and dry and the wind was blowing just
DevamThe sun peaked as midday approached, the heat was starting to dry the salt-water footprints, shrinking them to baby feet.
DevamI sat on the fence watching Midnight prancing around the corral like the King he was, and rolled another smoke.
DevamThe club was packed with people, all dancing, fucking, having a good time. Full on debauchery. Just how she liked
DevamRolando was on his way to the east coast to train for a new position he got his company. As
Devam“We’re doing what?” I asked, incredulous as I rolled off the bed and followed Jo’s incredible ass back into the
DevamI took the satin sash from my silky magenta robe, letting it fall open to expose my fairly perky thirty-six
DevamAuthor’s note: My thanks to Copperbutterfly for her editing expertise. My arthritic fingers tend to hit keys other than those
DevamAfter a long hard day of contentious business meetings, I was ready to blow off some steam. So, although it
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