Sunday Mornings Are for Sexy Scrambled Eggs

That’s the way I like them

Katerina is preparing breakfast —nudge nudge (wink wink)

On Sundays, if I wake up before my partner, I stay in bed and read erotica while waiting for them to open their eyes.

I enjoy this schrödingerly wait. Will they wake up now or never? Was it the last time we shared a bed? Questions fly in my head while I turn the pages full of smut. My heart beats faster.