Some people wake up in the morning, make a pot of coffee, sit down and read the paper. Others get up in time just to rush out the door off to work. Others exercise. Others watch TV, scroll through social media, so on and so forth.
Me? Well, I go for the coffee pot first. And before the coffee is even made my head is full of dirty thoughts. Sometimes a dream I had the night before. Sometimes something that had happened the night before. I found myself in need of an outlet to sum up everything in the morning when my sexed up brain is on overload. Now here I am. A woman with a cup of coffee at my side on a Sunday morning spilling the beans.