Happy Fucking Birthday
Dedicated to my friend The Painter...“So, we’ll meet there at 9:00pm?” Sándor asked skeptically. “Yeah we’ll be there I swear! Scouts honor.” I giggled. “Ok I’m going to trust you guys… See you there.” He hung up. Chelle looked at me puzzled; she had no clue as to what I had in store for us tonight. We’d been living together for a while now and even though we love each other we like to mix it up and bring a real life toy into the bedroom sometimes. That was...