3tan bro, do you have a special someone who takes care of you? You do so much, and have done so much, to take care of everyone else, but who’s taking care of you?
Are applications open? 👀
Bro (laughs):
Bro: Thanks. For real.
Bro (pauses): Ah, I mean. It's okay. I'm used to it at this point.
Bro: Honestly, I just wanna make sure everyone's good.
Bro (reads):
Bro: But if you really wanna try something, we can talk later. (grins)
Kinky Random Generator ; not accepting28. Your muse puts a gag in my muse’s mouth.
“—Christine?”
All he wanted was a kiss. Okay, it ended up more than a kiss. But when she said that she had a surprise, he wasn’t expecting this surprise.
At least it wasn’t an actual item from the local kink store. John would have been incredibly worried if he knew Dr. Palmer actually visited it.
His mouth opened in footman-like obedience, and his tie went between his teeth. He had chosen it for the style, bought only the day before; good thing he hadn’t bothered about its price or it would hurt his wallet. But goddamn, it was tight. Not a word could be formed, tongue stuck underneath the fabric, lips barely touching each other. She had his wrists—–he could break free easily with his man strength, but that would be a mistake.
Which was a bigger mistake anyway? Him agreeing to this torture, the way she rubbed so insistently between his legs, or—or—–he forgot what the other option was. Though, in many ways, there was no other option anyway.
I finally finished the draft of the creative writing entry assignment. HOLY SHIT. It’s not good but it’s written down on pages. Actually a short story, not just in my head. Holy moly. I did something other than fanfiction. (now back to fanfiction)