Smoke in the Mirror (Road to Blissville, #5)

by Aimee Nicole Walker

I was so lost in thought I missed the next step in front of me and tripped up the stairs. “Shit!” Lyric exclaimed. “Are you okay?” “My dignity is the only thing hurt,” I said, getting back up to my feet. Dumbass.

I was pretty sure Milo thought it was a gag gift when he gave it to me for my birthday, but I had taken many a ride on the lifelike dildo. I didn’t normally leave it suctioned to the bathroom wall for people to see when they came over or moved in temporarily in this case. I slowly approached the shower curtain like there was a knife-wielding psycho on the other side, praying I hadn’t left Big Bob in the shower. I gripped the shower curtain and jerked it open fast just like a person did when removing a Band-Aid. Big Bob was indeed still suctioned to the shower wall. If that wasn’t bad enough, Lyric had hung his washcloth over the thick, long dildo.

Daisy had Big Bob pinned to the floor by his balls and was gnawing on the shaft. “Oh fuck! Drop it, Daisy!” I said firmly. My dog obediently let the shaft fall to the floor between her huge paws. “My dog ate your dildo,”