For Hands that do Dishes. Ethan. 15
Written at Horbling whilst rather tipsy and pressed thigh to warm thigh with vampirefever. Our given cue: “He pulled off his rubber gloves....”
He pulled off his rubber gloves; each finger and thumb a perfect, miniature penis, hard and hot, demanding urgent relief. Thumbs first; Marigold yellow, heating to orange, to coral before spurting latex between his finger and thumb. Index fingers, each pointing to the other until sated. Middle, ring and finally each little finger in turn, queuing up for rubberised relief.
Ethan surveyed the gloves, still twitching with spent, flock-lined pleasure as they lay, discarded at his feet. Grasping the sink unit for support, he giggled. “Ripper, this is definitely the last time I drop acid before doing the washing up.”
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Obviously, I hadn't drunk anywhere near enough.......