"What would you do if I told you I was not who you thought I was?"

Unlike the frantic performance sex that descends after a night on the town, morning sex is deliciously unpretentious, relaxing, and slow. With the dust of sleep still in your eyes, an arching back, and a contented and effortless giggle, you toy with your lover. Gathering him or her in, as your ankles and buttocks writhe together under the sheets. Producing a grin on your lover's face before the new light of day has even touched his or her eyes. Afterward you join the sun of a Saturday morning with a tranquil, satisfied relish. A tray of toasted muffins appears along with a pot of coffee. If there's a more perfect way to start the day, I haven't discovered it yet. DK

An 18 year old girl named Jessica is kidnapped. By Matthew Espinosa.