I’m the mouse: small, quick, crafty. “But I really love you too.” As if he read my mind, he adds, “More than I love my girlfriend. Amateur porn “Mmm, so smooth and flat.” I’m supposedly the only boy he’s ever fucked, so my anatomy turns him on. I’m helpless to tickles—I hate them. I’ve caught him in the past looking at Thai Ladyboy porn, so it makes sense. Granted, he’s never done that to me before. The game of cat and mouse has begun. I look down and see that I’m wearing a red skirt that is black around the waist, a skirt I’ve seen on his girlfriend. His eyebrows are dark and arched, but not too thick. From the shift in position, my left leg is sprawled across his belly. This time, he really drags me up even though I’m exceptionally difficult, threatening to kick him in the face. “Stay there and don’t move,” he threatens with piercing eyes. “Where is it?”
“No, don’t,” I interject. I lower my bound wrists—as awkward as it is—and hold one of his hands. His hands rest on my bare, hairless thighs (I shave) just below my green athletic shorts.
