When Joy awakened to her phone dinging the following morning, she thought two things: one, why was she naked? and two: why did she feel like human putty?
Then she remembered: Adam. Adam, kissing, licking, going down on her, and then…leaving? She rubbed her eyes and looked at the time: nine o’clock. When had he left? And why did she feel irritated that he had? They were two consenting adults and there was no shame with having fantastic o******x and then falling asleep.
Well, she’d received fantastic o******x. To her mortification, she’d fallen asleep without even trying to reciprocate. Not that she’d had to, but, common courtesy dictated that she at least say thank you.
Her phone sounded again. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” Then she laughed—haha, she sure had come last night! Now she was del
