escort diary® of Alma Noire: Horney wet Morning Mischief
I woke up tangled in my sheets, skin still warm from dreams I shouldn’t repeat out loud. My hair was a mess, my lips were swollen from biting them in my sleep, and I couldn’t help but smirk—I looked like I’d already been thoroughly misbehaved with.
Stretching lazily, I let the cool morning air kiss my bare skin… and it made me wonder whose hands might do a better job. Coffee was calling, but so was temptation. Which should come first?
I imagined you beside me—watching me tease, pretending you’re patient while I linger in nothing but the thinnest slip of fabric. You’d want to grab, I’d want to make you wait. Mornings are made for mischief, after all… and I never start my day without a little.
Now tell me—are you the kind of man who’d behave over breakfast… or would you devour me before the kettle even boils?
