Snapshot

by Kay Cove

Fucking lottery, Lennox. Good girl. You fell for a guy with eyes like a mermaid’s tail, a rock-hard body you can climb like a tree, and he knows his way around the kitchen? That does it. I’m convinced. There’s a God after all.

DREAM. MAN.

He drips the warm honey down my center, ensuring it thoroughly coats my clit before releasing me.

I feel like this is just inviting a yeast infection