New Years Eve
The week between Christmas and New Years Eve speeds by, especially since I spend most of it in bed with MacKenna. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t bowled over by her confession, because I was. It’s not every day that you find out that the woman you are obsessing about is also an author that you admire and fanboy over. I brushed it off because I could see that it was necessary to her that her fame didn’t come between us, but later that night I pulled all of my books off of the shelf and made her sign them. When she tried to protest, I knelt between her legs and played with her c**t until she came multiple times. Needless to say; all of my books are signed.
When we weren’t in bed or watching movies, she cooked for me. I’ve never had a woman cook for me before unless housekeepers
