We lie together under the rugs, Michael to one side of me, my Master to the other. There is not quite enough room for my Master´s long frame to stretch out, but Michael and I are very comfortable. Sandwiched between my two lovers, I am positively cosy. We are all still fully dressed, but where there is a will...
My Master is pressed tight up against my back, one hand caressing the curve of my hip and waist through my clothes. Michael, facing me, has one hand on a breast, the other cupping my face as he kisses me. His fingers tangling into my long red locks, his kiss is languorous, leisurely. I enjoy the touch of his sensitive tongue exploring my teeth and lips; the slight roughness of a trace of his stubble, against my softer skin.
Feeling safe and secure, my libido informs me that it is
