I’m in a cocoon. It’s rather pleasant. I burrow deeper and deeper into it, basking in its warmth and the sense of safety it provides. Until the cobwebs in my mind begin to clear and I’m alert enough to comprehend that the cocoon is actually a male body curled around me, and that I’m burrowing my backside against a groin that’s awakening faster than its owner. What in the hellfuck!
