Dreams, Fiction, and Lo

Hotwife

Lo saunters in the front door and finds me sitting on the couch, computer open and typing away. She sits next to me and I turn to her, kiss her hello, and ask, “How was your day, dear?”

“I’ll tell you later,” she says as she reaches between my legs.

“Not right now,” I say, trying to stay focused on the thought I had.

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