i turn in my bed and look out the window. day is breaking, and this overexcites the birds. they start to chirp, having no regard for the fact that it’s the weekend and people want to be in bed a little longer. there’s movement next to me in the bed, and i smile a wicked smile to myself. what better way to wake her up than…… i very carefully and slowly strip her body of the sheet. she’s naked, obviously. …
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