Girl friend

The golden light of sunset spilled through the wide glass windows, bathing the polished wooden floor in a warm, honey-colored glow.

We were staying at a luxury homestay nestled on a private hillside — not rented, but ours. The kind of place with glass walls, a freestanding bathtub, and silence that costs real money.

I didn’t need to work much — just one good month a year was enough to cover everything we needed, and more. Wealth had given me freedom, but she… she gave me desire.

My girlfriend was bold, sensual, and endlessly hungry for touch. Lucky for her, I had both the stamina and the time.

Our nights were long. Our mornings, slow. Intimacy wasn’t just a thing we did — it was part of how we breathed.

I lay on the bed, still warm from the shower, watching the sky darken through the windows.

The bathroom door opened.

She stepped out slowly, wrapped in a towel so thin it left almost nothing to the imagination. The damp fabric clung to every curve, turning transparency into temptation. Her skin still glistened, kissed by steam and candlelight.

She stood there, barely covered, a soft smile playing at her lips, her eyes locked onto mine — smoldering and wicked.

Then, in a voice like velvet, she whispered:

Babe, it's been a while since we made love... Do you want to have a baby or two with me? If you do, then why don’t we start tonight? 😍