I went to bed in them.Two days later I met my Dom at the front door wearing my gift. (It was about time.) “I’m a vegan.”“Oh.” After an awkward pause, my robe quite open now, I decided to say: “You should know.”“Know?”“My friend’s a meat-eater.”“Friend?”“Therapist.”“Oh. Gay sex I was looking down.“Oh. Dom? The legholes were ringed with white lace, too. “Ow! My Secret antiperspirant just wasn’t getting the job done. Although he has a big one, it’s no problem for me as I have a wide, accommodating hole and am all sorts of roomy inside. I emailed it to her. I did!”“Whud you tell her?”“Ow! Or maybe you do that just before you fuck me.”“Fuck that. You know, the usual stuff.Something wet, a glob, landed on my broad middle back. It fit me to a tee. “But I thought we could start out with—”“We?” He wore a look of utter disgust.“With me running around in them and then I’d take them off, or you’d yank ‘em down, and we’d go back to you whipping my bare ass.
