pillows. It felt a little odd, being so near to a virile man who wasn't Christos. Barely knew him, but what I did know of, I liked. A lot. Calm, logical, sexy, capable, intelligent, whimsical, kind… A world of color compared to the monotone shade of Christos.
"Why the sigh, Rocky not doing it for you?"
"He's still a sweet transvestite, but just got a lot on my mind. Last 24 hours finally catching up with me."
"It's been an interesting 24 hours."
"Yes, it has. Think I'm kinda in shock."
"It's possible. You okay, though?"
I liked that he asked. Maybe he just wanted to prep for possible waterworks. Maybe he actually gave a shit. Don't know, won't presume to know. "Yeah. Just trying to settle into the new me. Izzy. Don't even have a last name. Don't have a history. I'm me but not me. Can be anyone I want, I suppose. It's a new journey to find myself."
"Journeys are good for the soul. A decent journey will help shift your perspective in some matter, most likely totally unrelated to the reason for the journey." Tyb obviously learned that lesson firsthand.
I turned to face Tyb. "You know what would make Izzy feel like Izzy?" Because Selesta would never get away with such a thing?
"What is that?" Humor lurked in his eyes, warm and inviting like melted chocolate.
I didn't speak. Why break the silence with needless words when actions can convey so much more? I crawled onto his lap so that my legs were wrapped around him. "This." With excitement on my breath, I leaned in and kissed him. For a moment, his lips softened beneath mine, before firming up and taking the initiative. That's when I realized he held back earlier.
The passion flowing from his lips and into my being fueled a fire between my thighs. Whisker-roughened skin rubbed against my cheek and Tyb whispered, "You're going to kill me before you embark on your new life, aren't you?"
Three quick kisses along his jawline to his ear, then I replied, silky-soft, "I hope not. It'd be a terrible way to repay your kindness."
"I don't want you repaying in sex."
"I'm not paying you with sex. I'm your farm minion now. The sex is my idea because I'm insatiably lustful where you are concerned. This voodoo that you do is some potent stuff." Tyb's hands reached around to grab my ass. He was mindful of my incision, too.
"Don't hold back tonight. I want to see you full throttle."
"You might not like me full throttle."
He laughed. As in, Tyb threw back his head and guffawed. "I don't know where you get that idea. I've been celibate as a monk for years. If you want to fuck my brains out, I say go for it. Tell me what you want and I'll make it so."
"Fine. Get naked and spank my ass." Wish I had a camera to capture the bemused expression that made its appearance. So on that note, I vacated Tyb's lap and made for the foot of the bed. Facing him, I stripped out of my clothes, and then knelt on the bedside, my ass in the air and my head cradled on my arms.
Didn't have to tell him twice. He dropped his pants and came to my side. Even flaccid, his cock's length was impressive. "What kind of spanking do you want? Hard or teasing?"
I'm glad he knows there's a difference. "Your choice. Just spank me. See how wet you get me."
Gauntlet thrown. Tyb began to smooth his calloused hands over my ass, caressing and kneading. Felt good. Then wham! He smacked me in such a way that the heel of his palm hit my ass while his palm and fingers slapped against my sex. Sent tingles from my nethers to my brain almost instantly. Then he caressed my ass again. Then another well-aimed spank. "Any other kinks you have, Izzy?"
"A couple, in moderation. How about you?"
"I have one or two… Don't want you running for the valley, though."
"That shocking? You and your goats don't have a thing, do you?" I teased.
That delicious hand stopped its magic. "No. As lonely as I've been, I've never found any critter attractive. Here, hold on a moment."
His hand left my arse and it felt cold, devoid of
"Why the sigh, Rocky not doing it for you?"
"He's still a sweet transvestite, but just got a lot on my mind. Last 24 hours finally catching up with me."
"It's been an interesting 24 hours."
"Yes, it has. Think I'm kinda in shock."
"It's possible. You okay, though?"
I liked that he asked. Maybe he just wanted to prep for possible waterworks. Maybe he actually gave a shit. Don't know, won't presume to know. "Yeah. Just trying to settle into the new me. Izzy. Don't even have a last name. Don't have a history. I'm me but not me. Can be anyone I want, I suppose. It's a new journey to find myself."
"Journeys are good for the soul. A decent journey will help shift your perspective in some matter, most likely totally unrelated to the reason for the journey." Tyb obviously learned that lesson firsthand.
I turned to face Tyb. "You know what would make Izzy feel like Izzy?" Because Selesta would never get away with such a thing?
"What is that?" Humor lurked in his eyes, warm and inviting like melted chocolate.
I didn't speak. Why break the silence with needless words when actions can convey so much more? I crawled onto his lap so that my legs were wrapped around him. "This." With excitement on my breath, I leaned in and kissed him. For a moment, his lips softened beneath mine, before firming up and taking the initiative. That's when I realized he held back earlier.
The passion flowing from his lips and into my being fueled a fire between my thighs. Whisker-roughened skin rubbed against my cheek and Tyb whispered, "You're going to kill me before you embark on your new life, aren't you?"
Three quick kisses along his jawline to his ear, then I replied, silky-soft, "I hope not. It'd be a terrible way to repay your kindness."
"I don't want you repaying in sex."
"I'm not paying you with sex. I'm your farm minion now. The sex is my idea because I'm insatiably lustful where you are concerned. This voodoo that you do is some potent stuff." Tyb's hands reached around to grab my ass. He was mindful of my incision, too.
"Don't hold back tonight. I want to see you full throttle."
"You might not like me full throttle."
He laughed. As in, Tyb threw back his head and guffawed. "I don't know where you get that idea. I've been celibate as a monk for years. If you want to fuck my brains out, I say go for it. Tell me what you want and I'll make it so."
"Fine. Get naked and spank my ass." Wish I had a camera to capture the bemused expression that made its appearance. So on that note, I vacated Tyb's lap and made for the foot of the bed. Facing him, I stripped out of my clothes, and then knelt on the bedside, my ass in the air and my head cradled on my arms.
Didn't have to tell him twice. He dropped his pants and came to my side. Even flaccid, his cock's length was impressive. "What kind of spanking do you want? Hard or teasing?"
I'm glad he knows there's a difference. "Your choice. Just spank me. See how wet you get me."
Gauntlet thrown. Tyb began to smooth his calloused hands over my ass, caressing and kneading. Felt good. Then wham! He smacked me in such a way that the heel of his palm hit my ass while his palm and fingers slapped against my sex. Sent tingles from my nethers to my brain almost instantly. Then he caressed my ass again. Then another well-aimed spank. "Any other kinks you have, Izzy?"
"A couple, in moderation. How about you?"
"I have one or two… Don't want you running for the valley, though."
"That shocking? You and your goats don't have a thing, do you?" I teased.
That delicious hand stopped its magic. "No. As lonely as I've been, I've never found any critter attractive. Here, hold on a moment."
His hand left my arse and it felt cold, devoid of
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