Adult story: Seattle – Chap 1: Meeting an Old Friend
I thought to myself this could be one of her practical jokes she was playing on me. You know like, she was waiting for me to do something stupid and catch me red handed. This was the beginning of another bad situation in my life in which I failed horribly. I went down to the bedside and stood over her whispering to wake her but she remained quiet and still. I gazed down on her clean-shaven vagina and her healing C-section scar. Her pussy appeared to be a little wet and her lips were still parted ever so slightly, like she just finished masturbating or something. I could smell the wonderful spunkiness quaffing up to my nostrils exciting my cock into a semi-hard-on.
“I know he doesn’t hold a demon.” It was the one thing I had going for me, my friendship with Depravity, the one thing I was relying on more heavily than any other.
“The fairies,” I answered softly. “It’s like shouts. It’s so loud. They didn’t do this with the other three. I don’t think it’s a friend, Master.” I said it matter-of-factly, but he only smiled patiently.