The eyes cranked open to slits and He pounced before they
could open all the way. Making feeble moves towards the side of the bed one
scampered to the bathroom... the reason the eyes had opened in the first place.
The rest of the body had no desire to leave the bed at all. In fact the body
stumbled back to bed with the idea of picking up where it had left off...
sleep.
It was a fact that one made quite clear when He hauled one
against his hard on. He lay there wrapped around one's body with a hand on a
nipple. The body tried to resume its state of sleep, but it was less than keen
about the atmosphere of intimidation. In fact, after a few minutes, it gave up
electing to opt for coffee instead.
It made it all of a centimetre or two before the other body
in the bed registered such obvious signs of life and tightened the grasp on
assorted slave parts. The feeble cries for coffee were ignored completely...
which has to be one of the issues we address when we get that slave union off
the ground... as He hauled one bodily closer to the very insistent hard on.
Before a girl had time to register a formal case for coffee
one was arse up being viciously thrust into.
Now some of you are probably giggling about now, but you
aren't the ones going to the gym to run with dripping body parts.
Mutters this is definitely coming off the transportation
debt...
3 comments:
*giggles* I'm always going places with dripping parts. No sympathy in this corner. :)
he's on the mend then?!
I Know that 'dripping' well....last time was acutely embarrassing, my trying desperately to curtail the flow of it down my leg whilst trying to maintain a conversation with the parentals. *sigh*
Ofcourse Sir thought it hilarious,. daft man!
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