Who's Loving You
Chapter One
Honey
Love sucks! I swore on my sister's grave, I wished I'd never met him.
His voice had lingered in my mind with crisp clarity every damn
day, like he was standing behind me, leaning over my shoulder, whispering
in my ear. But he wasn't. Not anymore.
"Baby," he used to say to me, and I would answer, barely above a
whisper, "Yes?" Seductively, he'd say it again, "Baby," in a tone that
quieted me. "Yes?" I'd say softly. We'd go back and forth: then his long
fingers and strong hands would gently caress the side of my face and
massage my ears.
I'd quiver whenever he'd moan, "Ummmm, you're fucking incredible.
You know that? And I'm not talking about your bedroom skills.
Baby, you are an amazing woman."
His eargasms would make cool waterfall secretions flow from my
pussy, wetting my lips, before he'd ease his hand between my thighs,
pressing his middle finger against my clit. He was left-handed. I'd
heard Dr. Oz say on Oprah that left-handed people were smarter, more
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