Paul loves Rose, A true erotic story
- Jan 9
- 23 min read
It had been a long and difficult day, made even more so when my mower ran out of gas. Now, I’d be late for the dance. There weren't many dances at the nearby church, so they were quite special. I rushed through my dinner, much to my mother's annoyance, and dashed upstairs to take a shower. Five minutes later, I was putting on my navy blazer, a white button-down shirt, a striped tie, and grey flannel slacks. A quick comb through my hair, and it was as ready as it could be. I kissed Mom, waved to Dad, and headed out the door to my truck. Twenty minutes later, I was unsuccessfully searching for a parking spot. Finally, after another ten minutes, I found one—across the street and a block away. I hurriedly walked back to the large brick building.
