Chelle
“So...what do I have to do to earn a spin class?” I crawl over Nikolai’s lap to straddle him where he was sitting on the couch. I don’t know when I became a seductress, but it’s so far out of the box for me that it feels powerful and fun.
We visited a couple furniture stores without me finding anything suitable and stopped to pick up groceries for the week. I let Nikolai pay for them, of course.
Now Nikolai and I are on the sofa looking online for a dining room set.
He grabs my a*s and grinds me over his erection. Based on the way his eyelids droop, I’m sure he’s thinking of dozens of dirty things to order me to do, but then asks, “What’s the point of spin? Riding a bike indoors? I don’t get it.”
“Well, there’s an instructor and music and the whole energy of the class to keep y
