Listen. I am one of the organizers for the A to Z Challenge. I have helped make posts on the A to Z Blog Challenge page. I have helped come up with ideas. I have helped spread the word. And yet… I am going to be 58th on the list of Theme Reveals (unless someone else signs up before I finish this post).

The thing is, I love the A to Z Blog Challenge. I have loved it for a long time, but I haven’t been doing a lot of writing. I’m reading. Like crazy. Reading tons of novels. Listening to audiobooks. Cross stitching. Playing board games. Working out. Lots and lots of things.

On the other hand, I have ideas. Things I want to write. And once I sign up, I have to follow through, right? I’m an organizer for goodness’ sake!

So, without further ado…

I am not ready to be awake. In fact, I would give almost anything to sink back into the warm embrace of sleep. Except, someone is not going to let me do that. I can feel him at my back, his whole body pressed against the length of my body. He’s warm and comfortable. But his cock is hard against my ass. I press back against him. This is a pretty nice way to wake up, after all…

I know the body pressed against me. It’s familiar and comfortable. It’s my fiance, and I love waking up next to him.

Except, as he presses his cock against me more firmly, it feels different. I can’t explain what exactly is different, but something is…

And then he whispers in my ear, and I know it’s not my fiance. “Good morning, beautiful,” he says. That’s not what my fiance calls me. Not that he doesn’t think I’m beautiful, that’s just not his nickname for me. Who the hell is in my bed?

Come back on April 1st to find read more!