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Other Colors -- Ch.16
Date: 12/23/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
crossed my arms. If my vulnerability was erotic to him, then I suppose what I was about to give him was akin to a psychological blowjob. It was going to be uncomfortable for me. A bit humiliating. And only one of us was likely to enjoy it. “When I was really little,” I breathed softly, and let my eyes lose focus, “like, four or five, I guess… I liked to sleep in his flannels while he was away.” I chewed my lip, remembering, “I’d steal them from the bottom drawer of his dresser. I had to roll up the legs, or I’d fall over. And I always got the sleeves wet when I brushed my teeth.” The muscles around my mouth tried to smile, but I stopped them, “My Mom must’ve told him at some point. He started giving me a set of my own before he left,” I paused, “it was kind of our thing, I guess. We didn’t have a lot of ‘things’.” Dmitri’s eyes were impassive, “...He was away often?” “Months, sometimes,” I shrugged, “He was a trauma surgeon. Still is, I suppose… And he was still in the Reserves back then.” It was some time before he spoken next. He gazed at me, skeptical and contemplative, as if I’d just materialized out of thin air. Be rubbed the stubble on his chin. “Do you hate your Father, Penny?” I could feel a few warm beads of water gather in my eyes, and I wiped them away. They weren’t tears. I refused to grant them that status. To me, nostalgia didn’t need to be anything more than a noxious vapor. It could burn the eyes, and close the throat—but it didn’t need to mean something. I ...