Braxton--Night

I have Julia in my arms, in my bed. That in and of itself is a lot to be thankful for. But… I am not entirely thankful because I know that she is worried. She hasn’t said anything at all to me about the problems I’m having with Jeff, but I think she must know something. Her eyebrows have formed a tight V for most of the evening, except for when we were making love in the art room. And then again… in here.

Making love to Julia is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever done in my life. I could kiss and caress her all day long. I could drive inside of her over and over again, using my hips and shaft to grind against her to keep her at the peak of ecstasy for hours. I wish we lived in a world where all we had to do was eat, drink, and make love.

That’s not the real world, though. Not even for someone like me who has more money than I could possibly spend in one lifetime. I still have responsibilities. I still have people to think about, people who work for me, people who have invested a lot o