A Tease Too Far Part One
Liz always gets what she wants, one way or another
The rising sun cast orange-red tendrils probing through the window, casting prism-like hues over the perfectly immaculate walls of my well-planned boudoir. The satiny comforter, still pristine and even, draped over our bodies, still perfectly in place. There was no passion in the night to twist and crumple the bedding; there hadn’t been in a long while. Chris was just my husband, so it wasn’t like I was missing out. On th...