Becky’s Slave – Chapter two

I feel special ☺️
I’m reading this one in bed.
Thank you Trip


The water begins to run lukewarm and she turns the water off. Towels hastily thrown over the shower curtain rail are pulled into the space and around our bodies without opening the curtain. Once that curtain opens, the cold air rushes in and makes some things erect and others to shrink. With towels in place, I take her in my arms once again, holding her tightly and kiss her. Our hips are thrusting together as our desire deepens and breathing quickens. We both know what is going to happen next.

She grasps the edge of the curtain and all at once the steamy environment is replaced by a cool brisk breeze that is surprisingly exhilarating despite the slight shriveling of a previously hard appendage. The rush is now on to sop up the remaining droplets of water and I think she is winning. She dashes to the bedroom first and…

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