| Author: | Lord Koga | ISBN: | 9781476298245 |
| Publisher: | Veenstra/Exploited Publishing Inc | Publication: | September 5, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lord Koga |
| ISBN: | 9781476298245 |
| Publisher: | Veenstra/Exploited Publishing Inc |
| Publication: | September 5, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
“Kat… Where are you?” Mitch asked looking around her apartment, his hands grasping tightly around the bouquet of red and pink roses he brought for her on what was to be their date, their night to remember, the night they both gave it up to each other.
“I’m in… in my room!” she replied, with an almost high-pitched airless voice.
“Oh…,” he gulped slightly, small beads of sweat pouring down the sides of his face as he walked towards her bedroom, quickly noticing the door cracked halfway open as he peeked in. “Are… are you decent?” he asked, taking notice to all the lit, vanilla scented candles filling her room with both aroma and shadows of light.
“Decent enough,” Kat replied.
“Are you ready for our night to… remember?” Mitch asked, walking into her bedroom as he froze, the flowers in his hands falling against the hardwood flooring as he gazed like a dear lost in headlights to the beauty in front of him.
Sitting on her bed in a veil of red-laced panties and no bra,
“Kat… Where are you?” Mitch asked looking around her apartment, his hands grasping tightly around the bouquet of red and pink roses he brought for her on what was to be their date, their night to remember, the night they both gave it up to each other.
“I’m in… in my room!” she replied, with an almost high-pitched airless voice.
“Oh…,” he gulped slightly, small beads of sweat pouring down the sides of his face as he walked towards her bedroom, quickly noticing the door cracked halfway open as he peeked in. “Are… are you decent?” he asked, taking notice to all the lit, vanilla scented candles filling her room with both aroma and shadows of light.
“Decent enough,” Kat replied.
“Are you ready for our night to… remember?” Mitch asked, walking into her bedroom as he froze, the flowers in his hands falling against the hardwood flooring as he gazed like a dear lost in headlights to the beauty in front of him.
Sitting on her bed in a veil of red-laced panties and no bra,
