I always knew this would happen. That I would meet a man who's just like my dad and lose my damn mind. I didn't know my slut meter would go off the charts though. I also never expected that it would happen this way, with him having to save me after being kidnapped and all. Maybe it was the kidnapping, and coming so close to having my life disrupted in the most horrible way, but I feel freer somehow. Like all my usual inhibitions had been cauterized. I'm not one for jumping into bed with someone I'd just met, but here I am three bouts of amazing intercourse later. And truth be told, I wouldn't mind a fourth, or a fifth. Oh good grief, I've become an addict. Maybe that myth about needing to reaffirm that you're still alive after facing trauma had some truth to it. Because right now, even as I was reassuring the girls that everything was going to be okay, my mind was on him and the way it felt when I was in his arms, in his bed. Oh shit! His bo
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