If that mouse gained a few more inches, well, it didn’t bear thinking about. Alex could almost feel its small teeth sinking into his ballocks.
Forgetting about everything, Annie, propriety, decency,he dropped his pants. Its tiny claws hooked to his drawers, the mouse was hanging on for dear life. Seizing it by the tail, Alex jerked it loose and held it at arm’s length. A squirming little body. Shrill squeaking.
— May 22, 2021 12:31PM
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