The Planning Stage
by Polly Amorie
- Do you have a hairdryer?
- A what?
- Hair. Dryer. You know. Like, to dry hair.
- No, but i can borrow from my neighbour.
- No, no, it's OK. I'll bring mine.
- A hairdryer? What on earth for?
- To blow dry my hair, of course. I can't go out to dinner with bed hair.
- Who said we're going out to dinner? Who said i was going to allow you to leave my bed?
- Oh you will. If you want that threesome, i recommend feeding me first.
- I think we can arrange something. (giggles)
- If you want more than a threesome, i recommend that you throw something else into the pot as well.
- Don't worry, i have everything organised and ready for you. Yes, even to suit your most neurotic mood. Including a little glass something in the refrigerator.
- Damn, i cannot wait to see you. I bet you have that evil look in your eye right now.
- I do. (pauses) I'm thinking about spanking you.
- *whimpers*
- With my hand and...
- And..?
- And... with my flogger.
- Sounds divine. Is there anything I should bring?
- Yourself. A dress. Oh, and a dearth of underwear. You won't need it.
to be continued...
1 comment:
Thanks for "Planning Stage"! Looking for more of this story....
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