[136] Voice Post
Story time again, my darling ones! Another little bit in keeping with our current mood.
[pages rustle as Takion finds the page in his book]
“Come on, this will be fun.” The brunette was pulling her blonde friend toward him and his chair.
They were planning to sit on his lap?
Scott shifted in his seat uncomfortably, trying to avoid drawing attention to his growing hard-on. Normally he didn’t have this problem. But normally he didn’t have beautiful women standing in line to sit on his lap, either. Damn this was a good job! It didn’t pay much, but the fringe benefits were excellent.
“Ho, ho, ho, ladies.” He swallowed hard, hoping they wouldn’t feel his rigid hard-on when they sat down. He didn’t know what to expect, and he didn’t like not knowing. He was a planner, and liked anticipating how things were going to work out before they did. This was like opening a door to a new world, a world full of unexpected surprises; and, there was a curiosity inside of him to see what was on the other side.
“Aren’t you going to ask me if I have been naughty or nice?” It was the brunette who spoke, in a sultry, sexy kind of voice. He bit his lip as he felt that hard-on jerk to attention in his lap. Thank God for all that extra padding. He separated his legs to accommodate both women on his lap.
Did he really want to know if they had been naughty or nice? Okay, he was a sucker. “So what have you been, naughty or nice?” Scott asked, not sounding anything like Santa anymore.
The blonde sat on his right thigh, leaving the other leg free for the brunette. The blonde spoke. “Well, I have been naughty. Do you think you’ll still visit me?” She wrapped one of her arms around his neck, and he felt her fingers do circles on his nape.
This was a dream, right? Please don’t let me wake up.
Her friend’s comment just seemed to spike the brunette’s competitive spirit. She sat on his other thigh, snuggling into the crook of his arm. Damn, if he didn’t like the way that felt: two beautiful women on his lap, with hands that wouldn’t stop.
“Naughty? I am afraid my sister doesn’t know the meaning of the word.” The brunette whispered near his ear.
[sound of a book closing]
I suppose this begs the question, my dears. Have you all been naughty or nice?
[pages rustle as Takion finds the page in his book]
“Come on, this will be fun.” The brunette was pulling her blonde friend toward him and his chair.
They were planning to sit on his lap?
Scott shifted in his seat uncomfortably, trying to avoid drawing attention to his growing hard-on. Normally he didn’t have this problem. But normally he didn’t have beautiful women standing in line to sit on his lap, either. Damn this was a good job! It didn’t pay much, but the fringe benefits were excellent.
“Ho, ho, ho, ladies.” He swallowed hard, hoping they wouldn’t feel his rigid hard-on when they sat down. He didn’t know what to expect, and he didn’t like not knowing. He was a planner, and liked anticipating how things were going to work out before they did. This was like opening a door to a new world, a world full of unexpected surprises; and, there was a curiosity inside of him to see what was on the other side.
“Aren’t you going to ask me if I have been naughty or nice?” It was the brunette who spoke, in a sultry, sexy kind of voice. He bit his lip as he felt that hard-on jerk to attention in his lap. Thank God for all that extra padding. He separated his legs to accommodate both women on his lap.
Did he really want to know if they had been naughty or nice? Okay, he was a sucker. “So what have you been, naughty or nice?” Scott asked, not sounding anything like Santa anymore.
The blonde sat on his right thigh, leaving the other leg free for the brunette. The blonde spoke. “Well, I have been naughty. Do you think you’ll still visit me?” She wrapped one of her arms around his neck, and he felt her fingers do circles on his nape.
This was a dream, right? Please don’t let me wake up.
Her friend’s comment just seemed to spike the brunette’s competitive spirit. She sat on his other thigh, snuggling into the crook of his arm. Damn, if he didn’t like the way that felt: two beautiful women on his lap, with hands that wouldn’t stop.
“Naughty? I am afraid my sister doesn’t know the meaning of the word.” The brunette whispered near his ear.
[sound of a book closing]
I suppose this begs the question, my dears. Have you all been naughty or nice?