Centurion Queen part 1
A warm nest during a cold winter dayThe midday sun beat down on Woodmead as I sat parked outside the Jetline. An unfamiliar urge pulsed through me, a yearning to be on the receiving end, a woman's head nestled between my legs. I tried to banish the thought, to focus on the workday ahead, but it clung to me with a relentless grip. Forced to return to the office, I logged on and scrolled through the site, hoping to find something enticing. Yet, my fingers byp...
