Hiding From Your Ex Doesn’t Stop You From Fantasizing About Them
Day 131 of The Andie Chronicles
Every time my eyes meet my office door, I imagine Douglas standing there with me.
Instead of pushing him away, I’m letting him press me up against it, his hands discovering every curve of my legs, my waste before seizing my underwear. And disposing of them.
He’s saluting my neck, before picking me up by the legs and walking me to my couch and ravishing me…