Honey

My one-night stand is the gift that keeps on giving.

I’m tired of boring guys who go from zero to the finish line in sixty seconds.

My body isn’t a freaking race track for sprint drivers.

This year all I want for Christmas is one wild night of sweaty, toe-curling passion. I want someone who will take his time lubricating my spark plugs. Someone older with experience under the hood. I’ve already found the perfect man. He’s the hot bossy mechanic who revs my engine. I’m certain he can make me purr like a kitten.

One night. No strings.

Is that too much to ask?

Apparently, it is…