Page 51 of Rules of Engagement

do not get wasted!

I want to know everything that happens.

Haha. No guarantees.

I go into the bathroom and turn the water on in the tub. I need to soak my pounded pussy in a nice hot bath. Jocko is big, and I know I’m going to be sore.

After pouring in some coconut-scented Epsom salt, I ease in. “Ah, that’ll make it all better down there.”

An hour later, I am dressed in the sexiest dress I have ever worn with my hair piled on top of my head, looking at myself in the mirror and realizing I will turn heads tonight. But knowing, the only one that matters is Jocko’s.

I take one last look around and straighten the flowers he gave me in the vase. I set them by the front door, so they will be the first thing I see when I walk in and the last thing I see when I leave.

A sweet reminder of Jocko’s commitment and a warning, not to fuck it up again.

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