“It’s a plug and pegs day, Princess.” He needn’t tell me any more than that. Just one line and I’ve opened my desk drawer, which houses among the usual stationery supplies, a slim plug, two wooden clothes pegs and a tube of thick, viscous lube.
The Waiting Game
{as with all my work, the characters depicted here are intended as mutually consenting adults, regardless of the nature of their role} She appreciated that he still read books, real books, made of paper, smelling faintly of ink, sometimes curled at the edges, their pages softening and thickening over time. She enjoyed watching him…