Excerpt:I nodded at the carefully folded outfit and said, “My nips are gonna poke right through that top, honey.”He rolled his eyes and said, “This is what I get for cutting your music short this week.”Trying to think about what he meant made my head foggy. I blinked slowly and asked, “… music?”“Good grief,” Kevin sighed. He stepped close, made eye contact and said firmly, “Tell me whose slut you are, Tracey.”<Slut>I stared at him wide-eyed and replied softly, “Yours.” I’d never let a boy talk to me that way before, never let anyone call me a slut, but somehow, it never failed to get me going when Kevin did it. I already knew I was going to put on the trashy outfit he’d picked out. Now, I just wanted him to play with me first. I focused to try and draw it out. With difficulty, I managed to add, “… but…”“Butt is right,” Kevin nodded, clearly more to himself than to me. He said, “Spacey Tracey, that’s enough talking.”<Spacey Tracey><Enough Talking>I felt a head rush, the room seeming to shrink around me. Suddenly, there was only Kevin and his perfect smile, and me. He was right, I had definitely talked enough this morning. I stared at him open-mouthed, waiting for him to speak instead.Kevin didn’t do that right away. Instead, he pushed me onto the bed, face-down.
Hope you all enjoy it. I'm glad to be back in the saddle, as it were - I really missed this place over the holidays.
