Author’s note: This was originally 3 seperate posts, but I decided not to chop it up. Thus, it is longer than most other pieces on the site. The line breaks indicate scene breaks or breaks in perspective. Enjoy!
Arthur loved this feeling, the feeling that he got when he walked his girl through a place—any place would do, really—and could feel the eyes of every single man on his woman. Every one of them was jealous—and half the women as well. He held his arm across Katie’s shoulders, his fingers playing with her long red hair.
The mistress pulls out a butt plug from her bag of tricks and pops it in her own mouth, sucking on it like a lollypop. It’s big enough to barely fit in, wide and long. She kneels down and spreads the punk-girl’s ass cheeks, then pulls the plug out of her mouth and jams it deep inside. She has to twist it and force it in—the hole is fairly damn tight.
I usually can’t stand performance art, but this isn’t so bad. I’m sitting on a park bench and reading the latest copy of “An Anal Surprise — Volume 3” (suffice to say there wasn’t much more that could surprise at this point in the series) and a Mistress has decided to go and set up next to me.