In the darkness of my room, the day faded into a distant hum. I was startled when the stockings that my Honey Badger left behind touched my face as I rolled over.
She had left them behind for me hidden beside her pillow, as a way to stay connected. We had a lot of work to get done before we saw each other again.
2 weeks can be a long time…
I reached for the delicate stockings, her scent still lingering in the fabric…
As I held them against my face, the soft texture glided over my skin. They were cool at first, but as layers of soft nylon draped over the curves of my face, they began to warm.
My first deep inhale was intoxicating…a heady mix of musk, vanilla, and the ocean.
I drew the stockings closer, inhaling her unique chemistry, blending it with mine. She was right there with me.
As the silky layers began to slide down my neck and across my shoulders, it was as if her hand was resting gently upon my throat. Her fingers exploring the curves of my neck to see how far my body would yield to her touch.
I can hear her deep dirty laugh echoing in my ears as I feel the sting of her grip on my shoulders. She bites so hard…until she begins to salivate.
As I lay there in the dark…my heart settles…my breath deepens…
To be continued…🧶
-Leo
@perfect-martini 🧡
