That Sunday Morning: My First Wild Proposal and Forbidden Anal Tease
Sunday morning. My kitchen. Laure still sleeps. I’m in boxers, mind wandering as I tidy up. Heart races thinking of her leaving soon. Three months apart. But I bought a ring yesterday. Marriage idea hits hard. Nervous sweat. What if she says no? Coffee brews. I laugh alone, imagining her shock. She sneaks up. My…