"Tom snorted, and said, "Not competitive my ass. If I'd have been able to get a word in edgewise, I've have already proposed to Johnny, here, and he w...uldn't even be in the running. But while you ladies consider his offer, I'm doing exactly that." Turning to Johnny, he said, "What do you say, dear, would you like to keep me company when I'm not playing in the breeder sandbox?"Johnny kissed Tom hard, and the two men swapped spit for a solid minute, while Roger quietly walked over to Tabitha and. One of these, held on a Thursday evening, was a swank party for an Eastern European dignitary held by the mayor of San Francisco in the Garden Court of the Palace Hotel, an enchanting Victorian domed restaurant that had been the carriage entrance to the fabled hotel one hundred years earlier and was now an elegant and classy fantasy-room that made one feel like a princess just by walking around in it.The champagne was flowing freely when she arrived, and several men tried to pick her up. Maybe I have a future, or maybe I have nothing ahead of me except the endless present, the reality of the collar on my neck, until my soul separates from my body. I guess that is something the Creator does not want me to think about, so I will try not to think about it.’ She looked at her fiancé, took a breath, and continued: ‘Now that I am performing Penance, I know that the only thing people will see about me is my collar. The collar and my nakedness have become my identity to the world. The. I'm seriously so horny, I should not even be writing.I was going to try to write another story for Babble (the site I originally posted this story for). But it's not even worth it. I can't think about a well written piece of fiction. All I can do is think about cocks and pussies. Yes pussies too. I would take whoever wanted to fuck me right now. Hell, I'd take a woman who didn't really want to fuck, and convince her she did. I doubt I'd have to convince a man...at least not for very long. Just.