Fierce Obsession (Hockey Gods)

by S. Massery

There’s a tracker in her tooth. Our local dentist back home required a little persuasion, and a lot of money, but in the end he did it. So while she was home, and then later at hotels and coffee shops and the library, I watched her movements on my phone. Obsessed doesn’t cover it.

“Your cock should come with a warning. You know, like those tiny kid toys. Choking hazard.”

“You’re hard.” “For you, sunshine? Always.”