Night Secrets
“So hard,” a little whisper then, “So big,” a little laugh.
The first time was an accident really. I must have left my bedroom ajar, and I guess she heard me dealing with my morning wood. The timing was terrible – or perhaps it was perfect. Her bare feet hardly made a sound as she padded along the carpet, but anyway, I was lost in the moment, oblivious to everything except the great dam of pleasure about to burst open. Those feverish final strokes, every part of me coiled and tens...