Escapade #1

The lipstick applied, red and luscious, thick and layer after layer smeared on. 

Then she stuck her finger into my mouth, hooked it and dragged it slowly out, my mouth a perfect ‘Oh!’ of surprise.

The traces of lipstick covered her finger, saving my teeth from red stains, the texture of her finger, the slow movement out of my mouth still lingering. I can almost taste that slightly salty skin brushing against the soft innerlip…


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