Your erotic stories

The morning dawned clear and cold. I rolled over, feeling the flannel sheets rub against my naked form, and looked for you. As usual, you had left for your morning run, leaving me alone in the bed, the sun streaming through my window, lighting on the hunter green bedspread. I rolled over a little, and could still smell you on the pillow. I breathed in the warmth of your scent on the sheets, and smiled softly. It was then that I saw the note you'd pinned to the pillow.

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