TRISTRAM.
A sigh escaped my lips as I untangled myself from the naked, slumbering woman beside me...only to discover my legs were entwined with two other naked, slumbering women.
With a sleep-deep, rough ironic chuckle, I abandoned all efforts to escape and plopped back against the softness of the bed. Back to the women. The weak, soft women clinging to me.
The women curled closer to me, soft tendrils of hair...a delightful mix of black, brown and red cascading across the muscle I worked hard to maintain.
But they weren't Miriam. And no matter how many times I had taken them, how many times I had envisioned them to be her, it didn't work. None of them had the fire she had.
None.
I needed to act fast, else, I'll never get rid of this obsession I harbor towards a woman I had only seen
