The Canary Cowards

by Jescie Hall

I'm such a guy right now. Everything she just said, I pictured with a side of sex. Meet my limits? Break me? Girl, you wish you could. I'd rock your whole bland little homeless world.

It’s hard to keep things professional when situations like this just pop up in the middle of my smut-reading session.

“How can you be possessive of something that isn't yours?” Because you will be mine. You just don't know it yet.

“I'm your therapist, Lake,” she whispers against my shaft, her tongue licking around the crown. “So you can't touch me.” She closes her hand around me, stroking my length a few times. “But I can touch you anywhere I want.” “Oh, fuck.” I groan, my back teeth grinding together as her sweet lips surround me. “I love this gym's policies.”