#61667 - Letting my hands wander, I cup the curve of each cheek and slip my fingers along the inside of her upper thighs. I’ve taken this evening for myself, coming home and slipping into my favorite jeans and a light sweater, letting my hair fall out of its tightly wound “business bun” and kicking back with a bottle of my favorite white, a wedge of aged cheddar and the iPod playlist that favors mid century jazz looping through the speakers on my terrace. After an hour or so, we’ve begun discussing complex romances and Romeos, laughing as we share awkward moments spent fending off the advances of a certain guy on the fourth floor.
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