Rehearsal Stories

I open the door and see a man with the face of an angel. "Package for Ms. Cynthia Sawyer." I'm stunned by his beauty and of course, he is stunned by mine. I smile and his face lights up. I consider dragging him into my apartment and fucking him until he begs for mercy, which would probably be a while considering who's fucking him. But I glance down and see the return address on the package. It's from Boston. Marcy and I w...