The next morning saw us huddled together on the narrow bed, the single blanket crumpled by our feet. I awoke with one hand lightly on Angelika's hip and the other under her pillow. Chris was gone but the sound of the shower seemed like a good explanation for that fact. Angie was breathing lightly. She was still wearing her t-shirt and nothing else. Her soft, naked backside showed a white triangle proving she was not a fri...

If you came across this story by chance, it might not be what you are looking for, but I hope you like it. I wrote it for one special woman - this is a gift to her, bad as it may be.  They were obviously soaked and shivering. I could see that even through my rain-smeared windscreen. I stopped and they were inside my car, backpacks and all, murmuring their thanks and huddling together on my back-seat. I turned up the heati...