Chapter 2: …And Some Days, The Bear Gets You
She sat curled up on the couch next him, naked, sore and horny, and thinking about her dentist. Dr. Grossman wore the exact same thick framed half moon glasses as the man beside her. She did not want to be remembering her dentist; she wanted to be doing something – anything – with the man with whom she had just spent hours in thrashing and fucking. But, as it was, he was sprawled comfortably, deeply involved in a book and there she sat doing nothing but thinking. Hence, Dr. Grossman.
She slipped her hand inside his robe, trailing fingers up his belly and chest until she reached his nipples. She took one of them between her fingers, firmly but gently, rolling it around until it stiffened, contracting into a taut little mesa of needy flesh.
“I don’t fucking think so,” he said, and dragged her across his lap, then proceeded to spank her vigorously.
