Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira
"Hmm," I groaned and rolled onto my back wondering how in the world did I manage to breathe when my face had been pressed up against a pillow. My head was spinning and the creeping talons of a migraine were desperate to sink its nails into my scalp.
Benedito and I had spent our entire first day in bed. The only outside contact we had was when he ordered room service. We would have a quick meal, shower before descending back into the helpless world of lust. My Fofo, oh my Fofo, had never been more romantic.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!