It had been a month of emails back and forth. Finally, she had convinced him to take a chance. She
It had been a month of emails back and forth. Finally, she had convinced him to take a chance. She set a price, and he agreed. He got a room and sent her the address. The last instruction she sent to him in a text was to strip and wait, hard, on the bed. As she slowly pushed the door open, she felt more excited than she had in the entire time she had spent emailing with him. She wondered for an instant, if her son ever realized it was her writing the emails… -- source link