Someone once said; "The tools of love wear down, time passes" … and so it was for me. The reliable tool, the one that I had discovered so accidentally in that Chinese joint, was worn to a state of uselessness. I had no idea what to do. I had met the man of my dreams and all seemed great and then, it just stopped. I sure did love him still just … the juices weren't flowing anymore. I was feeling sick, trapped, selfish. Then, I realized why he was such a good man. Such a good, caring … giving man. Rebecca Milton writes sizzling erotica and romance for the thinking person. On her free time she enjoys taking her Alaskan Malamute for long, long walks. He enjoys it too.
