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December 17 - December 17, 2023
didn’t know the feel of them yet, but by their bright colors I could already tell I would like these balloons in a way I did not like this Zina.
Zina was a useless piece of shit.
My “dogs” - it had taken an embarrassingly long time to learn that word was slang for feet, and not actual canines - didn’t “bark,” even after a long Saturday night on the midway.
“Is Seb teasing you, my little flower? Do you want his knot? I can make him give it to you if you really want it.”
The drawn out squeak of our balloon-like bodies sliding together was lost in Seb’s desperate moan as I slid into his tight, warm ass.
I loved them both helplessly, endlessly, and my body chased pleasure into his as he followed into hers.
I didn’t care if this was the magic or organic attraction to one another, this was my family now, and I was more determined than ever to defend it.
open to get some fresh air in the room, which was beginning to smell like an orgy in a bakery.
The twisting in my gut could have made one hell of a balloon sculpture if I’d been fully shifted.
Something was coming soon, and it sure as hell wasn’t the storm.
“Seb, sweetheart, I’m not going to run off with some guy in the produce section. Stand down, soldier.”
“Keane’s supposed to be the grumpy one, but you’ve been looking at every man here like you want to take a potato peeler to his dick, honey.”
“Think you could get me to come that much? I’ll give you the sweetest breakfast you’ve ever tasted.”
She’d been teasing us about incorporating helium, her artistic brain spinning up something about ‘ceiling blowjobs,’
At this rate, I would be in rut the rest of my life, and deliriously happy about it.
“Where are we going, Mya? I want to help, if I can, but I don’t know much. I understand jobs, maybe from those magazines. Should I get a job? Oh, and are you my wife?”
Sure, great. Everything was totally normal. This was definitely super normal.
The redhead strolled into the room, his shirt sleeves rolled up as he dried his forearms with a dish towel - oh come on, that just wasn’t fair - and shot us both a dazzling smile.
Mid-sentence, Keane hooked his foot at the back of Ronnie’s knee, sending the redhead tilting onto the couch and on top of me, his hands landing on either side of Keane’s hips behind me.
