From Palmy to Palm City: Part 6:
My tongue becomes her surfboardI glance at the digital clock beside the motel room bed, the 4:30 late afternoon sun pouring brightly through the window. The sun wasn't the only thing about to go down... I whisper in my blindfolded woman's ear to sit on her knees with her legs apart and hold onto the headboard. I lay on my back on the soft mattress and slide between her thighs, under her arse, pushing her legs a little wider until my shoulders were betw...