The Sinful Sunday monthly theme is “All about the men,” so today, I wanted to share a picture of the man I love.
Even before my eyes blinked open, I instinctively reached for Cash, like I do every morning, but he wasn’t in bed. I sat up, groggy after a well-deserved nights’ sleep, still sore from the evening before. He was already pulling on his jeans, getting ready for the day.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said in that southern drawl I love so much. He kissed my forehead and was out the door before I could protest his leaving. My bed was already cold without him.
He’ll be back. For perhaps the first time in my life, I don’t have to worry about that. He’ll be back…and my arms, my lips, my pussy would be ready for him.