Her Toy 1
A story written for her
For the woman I love:1. I walk into the room and you're sitting on the edge of the bed with her. She's painting on your lipstick with a fine brush. No simple stick would do for you she said. Strewn across the bed dozens of pairs of panties, stockings, bras.... a black babydoll as you look up with a slightly nervous little smile. She's unfazed as she continues painting your lips. Chiding you playfully as your tongue flicke...