My First Real Night with Cathy: Heartbeats in the Guest Bedroom
The guest bedroom door clicked shut behind me. Silk sheets gleamed under soft lights. Cathy lay there, a goddess in lace nightie, skin glowing like honey. My heart hammered. This wasn’t quick office fucks. This was my home. My bed. Her here, vulnerable. I showered fast, hands shaking under hot water. What if she bolts?…