EMILY
I'm lying on the couch, deep in thoughts. Willy, as I fondly call him has stepped into the study to make some important business call.
As I lie here, my mind drifts to last night when I fell asleep in his arms.
I can't forget drifting away while his soft palms caressed my skin, one of his hands caressing my hair.
I still remember how he whispered sweet nothings into my ears, assuring me of his unending love.
When I woke up in the morning, he was there, lying beside me looking all handsome, his arms still wrapped protectively around me and his crotch pricking me from behind.
I just turned to face him and without worrying about the morning breathe, our lips locked passionately, a memory I still want to relish.
I remember him telling me that I should wait for him to make somethi
