We missed breakfast at the Fox & Bunny B&B. It wasn’t my fault. Laura was more interested in sex than in bacon and eggs and lox and bagels and pancakes and waffles and fresh fruits and muffins and juice and hash browns and omelets and biscotti and whatever other wonderful items Fox & Bunny offered. I can’t say I made any effort to curtail Laura’s enthusiasm. Fox & Bunny’s bed would have been a delight even without the canopy or the ornate carved figures cavorting on the headboard or the panoramic view of myriad wallpaper bunnies teasing a hapless fox.

While Laura showered, I rounded up an oversized mug of coffee for her. She likes it black, half decaf, and I filled a heavy mug to the brim, then sipped a few swallows so I wouldn’t spill while carrying it up the heavily carpeted stairs to our room.

“That was so nice of you,” Laura said, taking the cup. She took a sip. “Mmm, perfect. What can I ever do to repay you?”

Coffee and Laura’s lovely naked body inspired me to make a request. I explained that I’d just joined a group on ErosPic called NudeCoffee. “You want me to pose naked with the coffee?” Laura said, her eyes impish. I nodded.

“But you’re not going to show my puss, right?”

I told her my plan. “You’d sit on that chair and hold the coffee cup artfully between your legs. A coffee cup sort of fig leaf.”

Laura agreed the plan sounded artful.

At the last second I couldn’t resist making a slight adjustment.

I may have muffed the exposure, but it’s the spirit of the shot. Laura pretended to be miffed. “Hardly anyone looks at my pictures on EP,” I told her. “A handful or two of views.”

“Oh?” Laura said. It might have been a sad ‘oh.’ “Your pictures deserve a million views,” she said.

“I don’t know about that,” I said, “but your pussy deserves ten million.”