A couple of months after my first tied up pegging handjob experience, I arrived home one evening to find a note waiting for me. Nikki was visiting a friend and I had a few hours until she was due home but I had been left instructions for her arrival. My first instruction was to bathe
I awoke to a gentle insistence, a slow nudging flooding me with warmth. A minor friction dissipating with wetness. I entered the realm of consciousness with the realization that I didn’t have to get up and go to work, which meant it was the weekend. The general haze formed into distinct clouds I could identify.