We told each other no love

Yeah, sorry, I’ll get back to things. It’s important that you know about Samantha and I. You seem to be the caring sort. Plus, it will help you understand things later.

Anyway, last time I saw her was a few weeks ago. She had come over unannounced. I love surprises. When she first walked into my bedroom, I could tell she was high. I didn’t mind. That body of hers. Tight jeans, her midriff exposed. I was sitting on the edge of my bed just looking up at her, drinking it all in. The bright glow from this lamp here behind me was all that illuminated the room. The whole scene was sexy. She was sexy. She pulled her pants down just below her ass so she could show me her new tattoo. It was a beautiful butterfly, its orange wings were stretched out wide. The area was still a little red and sore.

“I had my friend do it, Dennis. Isn’t it lovely?”

She was lovely. I ran my hand over it gently and could feel the raised marks. I traced the black wings softly with my fingertips. I freed the other side of her jeans over her waist and lowered them down slowly. The scotch blurred my thoughts and then there were no thoughts, just action. I rubbed my hands down her exposed thighs while drinking in the black thong she wore. My God you should have seen it.