The Afternoon

An hour snuggling with my honey.

2,400 words on an undisclosed novella that I may be too embarassed to ever let anyone read; my first attempt at the burgeoning erotica movement.

500+ words on Wet Footprints; more words than noted, as they are still largely in my notebook.

A very good afternoon.

Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry