As Hera opens her side, I dash around and grab her hand, then lead her to the door. We’re very conventional people. XXNX There’s a faint, lingering smell of spices, and a fainter but recognizable aroma of cannabis. She spreads her legs, and I slip my fingers over her slippery lips. So I guess it’s true.”
“What about you, Taylor?” Hera redirects the focus. Sex was all I could think about, and they had me on the pill as soon as they were able to do it. Oh! By then, we have shifted positions, Taylor laying on his back and me riding him in reverse cowgirl style. Maybe I will. Not fancy, not shabby. I float from orgasm to orgasm, none of them particularly intense, but dreamlike, happy, and completely satisfying. He’s intensely interested in Hera’s ceramics, and it’s clear that she enjoys telling him about it.
