The drive to Denton the next day took us about an hour. It was a warm October day, the temperature well up in the seventies. My appointment with the breeder was at ten o’clock, and we had allowed for plenty of time. Helen had taken my suggestion and not worn a bra. As I watched
My First Time With Enzo
I’m more than a little confused by my own response to the events in this story and hoped that writing it would help me understand my feelings a bit more. Part of me feels like a dirty slut but the other part of me is incredibly turned on about how slutty I can be! I’m
