I sprawled in the middle of the battered leather couch, sinking into the cushions, the hem of my silky pale pink nightie riding scandalously high up my thighs. I gave it a lazy tug, though…
Alright, so it all started when Mark, being the usual internet-obsessed dude he is, called me over, all excited. “Dude, you gotta see this,” he says, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. Was it…