My First Polyamorous Date Was Utterly Intoxicating
Dipping my toes in leads to wonderful things
It had been nearly a decade since I’d seen Rockwell, but his silky, bass-baritone voice was just as I’d remembered. It came up from deep inside his chest and rumbled like the purr of a mischievous tiger. He could have recited Dr. Seuss and still sounded damn seductive.