Exton

Out on the widow's walk….

We've chosen the side over the alley, not the side facing the street; still, I feel more than a little exposed, given the nature of our activities. K'thyri, on the other hand, doesn't seem to care. She's sucking face like there's no tomorrow and her hands are like thin branding irons, touching anywhere and everywhere.

My shirt is puddled around my waist, and she discovered how to use a zipper very quickly indeed, especially the "unzip" part. I made the mistake of telling her how the thing was named, from an advertisement back when it was invented: "Zip! It's open. Zip! It's closed." Then nothing would do but that she demonstrate this capability for herself, giggling all the while.

So enamored is she of the possibilities that she's talked of replacing the lacing on her vest with a zipper - a move that I hope to discourage, because it looks so nice where it doesn't quite close....

Though at the moment, it's wide open.

One thing you can say about Ky, she's not shy.

Her mouth is hungry and wet and her hands move like heated quicksilver and my resistance is slipping, little by little. Already I've touched her in places that I told myself I would wait for. Fortunately or unfortunately, K'thyri had other ideas.

If we're not to end up in bed together tonight, I need to put a stop to this soon, while I still have the willpower to do it.

Or do I?