Morning Memory
How a Lush friend appeared to help me one morning.The sounds of passing cars in the street stir me far too early from my slumber. Drowsily, I realize I am alone in bed, time yet to pass until the morning alarm. I try to drift back towards sleep, but an incessant erection demands my attention down below. I reach for my phone and Lush appears, ready and eager to tempt me. Half-awake, I smile to see my far-flung friend and her green dot, hoping she will respond. I message a...