Alone For The Holidays

Here it is the afternoon of Christmas Eve and I am sitting all alone at my kitchen table with a bottle of Jim Beam and my gun. I’m not a big drinking man but I did get the Jim Beam whiskey to build up my courage to do what I’m about to do. You see,

Clothing fetish slice of life story

I awoke some time before my alarm went off, as usual. I lay there in the cozy, warm darkness enjoying the sensation of moving my toes and fingers in the slick softness of my silken sheets and nightgown, turning very slightly from side to side to feel the unyielding stiffness and scintillating tightness of my