Stairwell at Corinth.
I hit SAVE on the entry I’ve just added to yesterday’s date in my Google Calendar. Then, after thinking about it a second, I click the entry again and hit "edit." In the notes section I add one word: Twice.
I hit SAVE one more time and then click on VIEW so I can see the entire month at once.
I quickly count the dates that have entries. There are eleven in total.
Holy shit.
That’s eleven times that Chase and I have had sex in the last two weeks! That’s a fuck lot of fucking. And that isn’t counting extra for the entries that have notes like yesterday’s stairwell incident.
Mmm. The stairwell.
My toes curl just thinking about the way I had to clutch onto the railing so that I wouldn’t collapse from the punishing sequence of orgasms he delivered.
Yeah. The stairwell was nice.