Boing!
YOU’RE NOT THE TYPE of guy who generally walks into a s*x shop to buy a big dildo.
It’s not that you’re shy. You’re... you’re kind of hard to describe, actually. At times, you’re boyish and bashful, but all-in-all I’d say you’re pretty confident. Maybe that’s just my perception.
When I walk in the door, dripping like a sewer rat, you’ve got a huge smile plastered across your face. I laugh as I fight with my umbrella, and ask, “What’s with you?”
“What?” You’re grinning ear to ear.
“You’re all...” How can I describe it? “All smiley and stuff.”
You grab my hand and yank me down the hallway. I’ve still got my bright yellow rain boots on, and I’m tracking mud across our weathered floors. You lead me into the spare room. To tell you the truth, I’ve never liked coming in he
