Swinging - MMF - making me faithful
My swinging door: my door to swingingI have told you about Keith. I don’t know if you remember, but he was an early dalliance of mine. Well, we kept on meeting occasionally for an afternoon of sex in various hotels, and there was the one time we flattened some foot-high green shoots of wheat in the middle of a field. Keith left a liberal libation to fertilise the soil on that day, I remember. Oh, and then there was that time when his need was so great, he to...