I’ve got this fever.
Every day it haunts me with its exhausting fervour. I wake
up hot and agitated, with you by my side sleeping gently, chest rising and
falling without a care, drifting on a sea of calm and rest while I burn beside
“So you think you squirted? Show me,” you said. “I want to watch.”
Shivers cascaded through my body at the thought of being so vulnerable and open. It was something we’d tried together for years and I’d been a little apprehensive to tell you it had happened in the shower without you.