Sweetheart goes to meet Daddy’s friends and learns that some icebreakers are considerably more awkward than the name game.
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So, my birthday is coming up. All of my friends and loved ones keep asking me what I want. And to be honest, I’ve been having trouble answering them. I’m not too big on technology. I have enough bath/shower supplies and perfumes to keep me through my twenties. I am fairly content with the amount of clothing I have (slash no one is able to size me properly because I have a disproportionally big butt and a small torso). Bottom line: I never know what to tell people when they ask me what I want.
With this in mind, I give you…
Item Number One on Ivy’s Birthday Wishlist.
Questions?
Cats Don’t Do the Dishes, Part Five
Craftsmate wiped my face clean and smiled down at me. “Why don’t you show me your tail, kitty?”
I blushed and turned, dipping my back and presenting my ass to him.
“Wag it a bit,” he said.
I shook my hips a bit and felt the tail wag back and forth between my legs. He reached forward and tugged a bit on the tail, eliciting a sharp gasp as I bucked back against the yank. He chuckled softly and got up to his feet, patting the bed.
“I think you owe me for my glass, don’t you?” He grinned. “Let’s see how you can pay me back.”