Naughty
Dear Santa, I’ve been very naughty this year. I have the video to prove it. Meet me for milk and cookies; we can watch it together. Yours truly.
Dear Santa, I’ve been very naughty this year. I have the video to prove it. Meet me for milk and cookies; we can watch it together. Yours truly.
Daffodils push dead leaves aside, eager to get at the sun. Cherry trees bloom, fragrantly snowy. You welcome me with a kiss, in a tank top.
The rope marks on her skin were like smoke, barely seen across the breakfast table. His breath quickened with the memory of her submission.
“Make a wish,” my wife said. “Make love to Mia,” I murmured inaudibly. My wife saw my lips move: “Not aloud! Otherwise it won’t come true.”
Dwarfed by the shadow of the monster, she silently spread her roots and trapped him. He kneeled before her and smiled.
There were things she would do for him and things she wouldn’t. The question was, which list was longer? And how much to hire back the maid?