I’m cheating on my husband.
Sleeping with Michael is like sleeping next to a space heater. I don’t have to wear anything at all (and usually don’t) because he keeps me nice and toasty warm. But he gets up for work much earlier than I have to get out of bed, and he leaves me shivering without him. The minute he leaves the room, however, another man slips into his bed and takes his place. I haven’t told him about it, because I feel so guilty snuggling up to this stud every morning. But I can’t help it… his warmth and softness are just too tempting.
I mean, could you resist?
Sleeping with Michael is like sleeping next to a space heater. I don’t have to wear anything at all (and usually don’t) because he keeps me nice and toasty warm. But he gets up for work much earlier than I have to get out of bed, and he leaves me shivering without him. The minute he leaves the room, however, another man slips into his bed and takes his place. I haven’t told him about it, because I feel so guilty snuggling up to this stud every morning. But I can’t help it… his warmth and softness are just too tempting.
I mean, could you resist?
