Bear told the room. Barbie! I didn’t try to say real words; I just wanted to interject. “I sure hope I don’t get handcuffed and gagged again. I now know that monologing is how he deals with his insecurities. The perfect imagery for loneliness and rut. Bear’s face that I don’t think was factory-stitched. And even she loved me for just one night. Looking around for an intruder dressed in black and not finding a soul in the well-lit bedroom was no comfort. Even little things like knowing your upper body spasms sexually aroused your handcuffs added to the experience. First contact was a bullet vibrator snuggling against my nipple. “I think I’m going to take a nap, face down this time,” I said much louder than if I was truly talking to myself. I don’t know how I missed it at first glance but, now that it was inches from my face, I couldn’t look away from the big, bobbing pink cock coming out of its brown fuzzy crotch. Bear continued, “I have a lifetime of wet dreams to act out on…”
“Mmm mmmm!” resonated through my gag.
