My alarm was going off I had fallen asleep while packing my clothes for my trip coming up this Friday. My wine bottles lay on the floor and my head was spinning. What I had experienced seemed so real. It felt real. I tasted it. I lay there in awe thinking about seeing Q this Friday. Praying that my body is satisfied like my dream. Praying that Mr. Quinton Redding is as excited to me as I am to see him.
YOU ARE READING
A Night in His City
Historia CortaIt's an erotic short story that started off as a dream and I had to write it down somewhere before I forgot. It was really intense. I've changed the names of course. I hope you enjoy it's my first time submitting any writing for others to see.
