Fluffing the Stallion

by Stormi Reed

If he can hook me up with a job, I’ll fluff the shit out of whatever needs fluffing. Is it some kind of home decor thing? It sounds like a decor thing, like puffing up pillows and staging homes or something.

It’s not like it would be difficult. I can keep a dick hard. I’ve been touching mine for years and I’m good at jerking off.

“You might be bi or pan, but if you don’t want to label anything just yet, that’s cool. There’s no rush to figure things out. You can come to terms with it at your own pace.”

“You could be bi and lean more towards women. It’s not a fifty-fifty split. You don’t have to like men and women equally.”

I want Yuri to be my first everything. And maybe my last.

He looks at me with adoration, like one of those heart eye emojis. I’m sure my eyes reflect the same thing. I’m fucking smitten with my fluffer.

There’s nothing wrong with his job. Hopefully, he believed me when I told him that.

“What I do for work is just that—work. It’s not real. There’s no heat, no passion. It’s all fabricated for the audience. This with you? It’ll be all of that and more. It’ll be better than all the scenes I’ve ever done at work because it’s you and it’s real. I’m not worried.”