Romans & histoires Rock Sugar Don't Stop The Sandman

I was walking around half-aroused, half-guilty, fully addicted. Will I stop? No. He texted me on friday night while Sarah was asleep next to him on the couch. *Tomorrow, let's meet at the beach. At that quiet stretch past the pier. 11 pm, during full moon. Bring nothing but you and that little black bikini bottom. No top. I want your tits bare under the stars.* My thumbs shook while I was typing back: *You’re crazy. People walk there at night.* *That’s the point.* He replied.