Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 2 The Debutant
Well, Eira could no longer describe herself as “bi-curious” that was for certain. And if curiosity killed the cat, it had had a very different affect on this little pussy. And I wanted her.
Oh no, please no. I was just so tired. “Eira, wake up, you’re wanted.” Please no, but I knew I had to get up. I felt her hand on my face, and she gently swept my hair off my face and neck, so she could access my collar, and I felt the cold metal of the chain on my arm as she searched for the clasp. Click. I opened my eyes but all I could see was her silhouette against the light from the hallway and, accepting my fate, I r...