?**On the seventh day, I knew our time was coming to an end, and he wasn’t nearly as deconstructed as I had wanted. His hair was dyed black. His ass...cheeks were tattooed- and a fine job, I might add – with the words, ?Akasha’s Bitch.? His tongue was still sore from the piercing, but he seemed to actually enjoy it.The various violations he’d taken in stride, sometimes getting to the point that his breathing turned to a whimper, but never outright begging me, or groveling in any fashion. It was. "There is only the one seat." I wasn't about to call it a throne. "Where will my friends sit?"Vikkor just looked at me. I could have sworn the temperature in the room dropped a notch or two, her stare was so cold. I knew what they had meant by arranging the seating as such, but I was going to make it known that I did not think of my girls like that. She came up with what I thought was a well rehearsed excuse though. "We were not sure how many you would be bringing and so setup the simplest of. I smile as I look across and see him and our child sound asleep. I quietly get out the bed, eat breakfast, clean up and relax for the rest of the morning. It’s now noon and they are beginning to wake up. My daughter has plans to spend the weekend with her grandparents, so we will be kid free. As I’m getting her and I dressed for the day, I purposely put on an outfit that he has complimented before and shows off my figure. As my daughter’s grandparents arrive, I bring her downstairs to their car. VioletVixen may be a homophone, but I’ll make an exception for that phat chode of a motherfucking message. Knowing it’s being stroked by your filthy keyboard... so fucking hot. A massive motif like that makes me drip like no other. Your throbbing syntax just turned this horny little bitch intertextually-fluid.Now hurry up and fill my fuckbox, you teasing bastard. Don’t make me wait.==========Subject Line: Why Are You Ignoring Me???VioletVixen: It’s been days since I’ve woken up to your steamy.