I thought maybe it was a sticky weed. Kramer is one of the unlucky few in Idaho who have suffered a snakebite this year.
To the untrained eye it will give Digi Beta quality.
And the next. Licking over and around each of them in turn before moving on to the rods connecting each set.
Teasing at my entrance but not penetrating. Driving me even further up to the pinnacle but not letting me drop in a perfectly executed game of cat and mouse.
"Remember that day in June when we were working on the busted pipe in their bathroom sink?" I nodded.
If not.
Aching for more despite my determination to stay pissed off.
I was on my side facing him, and I kept sighing from his fingers casually running through my hair. He glanced at me.
But by then, he'd released me and I was leaning over his lap, gasping.
Bringing Christmas every year instead of stealing it. When I turned on the light, I noticed tissues littered the floor around the garbage can.
