May 25
As my bard lied pliant and needy beneath me, I held him down with my hands. Kissing and licking at his skin until it's red and saliva slick. I pressed my face into his neck and his tits. Pushed my mouth against him.
After i was done making him aing just for me, i became aware of what i could not feel at the time. With my blood hot and desire my singular focus, i had not noticed the bones in my face shifting the.
For on my last quest, I had been twice struck sharply. My nose had broken between my eyes.
The memory of how I'd played with my bard, how I'd pleasured myself with him, lingered as the ache in my face set in. For days now, as the other sensations receded, this painful reminder has stayed with me.
