Chapter 12
The following morning, I awakened from out of a magnificent and vivid dream, one in which Skylar Novak and I had rutted to our heart’s content in various positions and in diverse locales. We had been beasts in perpetual heat, enthusiastically frolicking beneath the moon and stars, in the sunlight or in a driving rainstorm, clawing at each other’s trembling and perspiring bodies, satisfying our most primal urges, and forging an undying bond of love and devotion.
After the previous day of s****l experimentation, having a dream of a passionate nature, especially one that packed such a mighty wallop, hadn’t surprised me in the least. Nor did my throbbing boner, tingling vivaciously as I stretched beneath sheets that still bore the delectable musk of our previous coupling, begging
