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Endowed. But it didn't seem to matter.
I could imagine my breath would be similar to having eaten an onion.
There was a knock on the door, disrupting my post-coital bliss. My lover pulled on his pants and opened my bedroom door to reveal Jolie wearing her coat.
I managed to part my eyelids enough to see him grab something out of the black box.
I never did drugs. Didn't care much for alcohol.
Despite how I was usually relaxed after sex with Chris-even as vigorous as it had been tonight-something still lingered in my thoughts. Something that prevented me from drifting off and joining my lover in dreamland.