The Writer and The Wretch
Date: 6/17/2016, Categories: First Time, Author: vauntaray, Source: LushStories
small a head,” he told her. “I am actually working on this story about a character called The Wretch. I saw her in a dream. Now I’m trying to take it forward.” “Interesting. Maybe I should help. You see that golden fountain pen inside the casing … kept for display? I will get that for you.” “Whoa! Thanks a lot. And where do –” “You write on my skin,” she cut him short. Dobbin’s mouth fell open. And so they began. The palms. Then the fingers. She did flinch when the first stroke poked at her skin. From then on, she looked away impassively. When Dobbin got done with the hands, he looked up at her. “Ms. Rita.” She awoke with a start. And then right on cue, the sweatshirt was lost to reveal a loose white sleeveless top underneath. Simultaneously, some exotic perfume hit the air, and his olfactory nerves. Dobbin felt his dick knock, and again! Half-way through the arm, and nearing closer to her shoulder, and that beauty bone, Dobbin realized he was repeating the same three lines over and over again. Ms. Rita sat by him, staring blankly at a spot in the distance, breathing slow and deep. Dobbin bent forward and pushed his nose into her armpit. “What are you doing?” “Does that tickle?” he shot back, immediately replacing his nose with the fingers. “Don’t get any ideas!” she said with a grin. “It’s impossible not to get any!” Shit! Did he just say that out loud? She smirked. But kept quiet. It was the turn of the feet now, and then the legs. Ms. Rita started folding her pyjamas; ...