“Feeling European tonight, are we?”
“Hmmm?”
“Steak Frites. A pretty young woman; her thick, dark hair was pulled back in an elegant pony tail and her brown eyes shimmered with warmth. No matter how much people imagined they had, they craved more. Not yet.”
“You should definitely visit Amsterdam. Tick. No matter how much people imagined they had, they craved more. As their youth depleted and their faculties failed, it was understandable that the longing for more time ebbed. Unsure of what he was doing that night, he decided against it. “Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for tying up this slave and fucking my slutty mouth!”
Her throaty chuckle was followed by a promise. He was bordering on “old man” status at this point, and there was no going back. She had a penis and it wasn’t a small one. There was always reading to be done. The lashes painted on his flesh… It’s about time I claim that cherry of yours.”
In truth, it was half a cherry.
