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Thursday, I packed a bag with my new look and set off to rock Lucky’s world.
I’d made a mistake in telling him about my oral OCD issues. I’d meant to be honest and transparent, but somehow, I communicated a distaste for oral sex. It wasn’t his fault. Or mine. Who could understand the fuckery of the OCD brain except someone who had it?
I did not have a distaste for oral sex.
At all.
With the right man.
And he was definitely the right man.
Lucky instructed me to walk right in when I arrived. I closed the door gently and Brayleigh toddled out of the living room to meet me in the hallway.
“Hi, Sparky!” She squealed with her arms up.
I set my bags down and held my hands out to her. “Hi, dolly,” I murmured as she pressed her fingers into the back of my neck. I’d seen her do it so often to Lucky, and also Hope, that I could picture the chubby, little, white-tipped sausages clearly.
She drew back and lifted my necklace up to her face.
“This mine sparky?”
I smiled.
“Daddy’s,” Lucky growled from the other room.
“You think Daddy would look nice in Minnie’s sparkles? Hm?”
“Not daddy’s,” she whisper-shouted. “Mine sparky!”
At the mall with the girls, I ran into Claire’s Accessories. At the back of the store was a toddler section complete with furry purses, hair extensions, tiaras, and enough glitter to choke a unicorn.
The woman who worked there, Amanda, had a diva of her own. She had no trouble outfitting me with the best and brightest, emphasis on brightest, for my little dolly.
“Minnie brought you your own sparkles. You want to see?”
She squiggled in my arms, grabbing onto my breast for leverage as she struggled to be put down faster than I could bend.
I grabbed her wrist and yanked her off.
Ouch.
You liked that.
My nipple was definitely harder than it was a second ago. Just the one. The one that she squeezed. That’s normal. If I was turned on, both would be hard.
Lucky came down the hall.
What if he can read your mind?
He can’t.
But if he could, what would he think?
Nothing. Because there’s nothing to think.
Are you sure?
Don’t argue with OCD.
