And if he’sa saint,isit not my duty as a good brownie to worship him?
Preferably with my tongue?
Ilickmy lips.
Biteback a groan.
Oh yeah, that’s definitely what I should be doing.
I’d run my lips down his chest, making my way to his glorious, sexy cock – it would be long and thick but not too long or thick.Nothing scary.Or ugly.Gah, so many of themareugly.Why couldn’t the godshavegiven men something that hasan appeal equal to boobs?I mean, thosearenice.
But instead, they’vegiven us veiny dicks.
And hairy balls.
Howisthat fair?
Mengetto suck on freaking heaven – big or small, itdoesn’tmatter; all boobsaregreat.
But balls?
Thereisn’ta single ball sack in existence thatisnice to look at.Theyarewrinkly and hairy andareonly ever put in our mouths out of kindness.
Man, the gods really messed up there.If theyhadonlymade balls and cocks nicer to play with, we’d do it more often ratherthanjuston special occasions.
I cock my head to the side, a new business idea coming to mind:makeup for ball sacks.Or masks.Fabia would love that.Itakea step towards the door, wanting to go tell her before remembering Richardiscoming soon.
I grin.Coming soon.Oh yeah, he will be.
I look down at myblue slip.Itisn’tthe prettiest piece, but it’ssexier than my plain tan underwear.At least this hasa bit of lace, even if that lace has beenstained from my adventures.
I frown.
Lick my finger and rub at a stain.
When itdoesn’tcome out, I swallownervously.
Richardisa king.
He’s hadhis whole pick ofwomen.
He’salso a warrior.
Whohashadhis whole pick of villagerstoo.
Whereas, all I’vehad was Simon.And Karl.And Ididn’teven manage to keep them!
“Oh no, no, no, no.”Pacing, I rubat my blue slip harder.What if I embarrass myself?What if heisn’there because I’m notattractive enough?Knowledgeable enough?What ifhe–
I stop, my heart in my throat.
What if heisn’talready here because hedoesn’twant to be here?It’sbeen nearly an hour since Nicholas left, and Richard hasn’t arrived.
He might never be coming.
I flinch, thoughts of Karl swarming my mind.
Memories of him notmeeting meon time.Learning hewaswith my sister.Then my mum.What if Richard’swith someone else?What if on our wedding night, he’s –
