It's not my fault. Really. I didn't start out to have two boyfriends. It just happened. I didn't plan to have two husbands, either, but that just happened, too. I would have been perfectly happy with just one decent boyfriend, but sometimes things don't go like you plan. And two boyfriends was more fun than just one. Besides, they were in different cities, with careers of their own, and I'm a modern, independent woman. I can handle two boyfriends. It's not so hard. And it was fun. At least until the disaster.
Aprrox. 10,200 words. - This story is for readers who like explicit erotic romance with a happy ever after ending.