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All I’ve been able to think about all day are choir girls. Sweet girls, girls who go to church every Sunday, girls who are buttoned up and proud and who might slip their fingers into their panties at night and flush as they imagine someone else’s hands on them instead. A pretty choir girl who would gasp when I ran my hands over her nipples, who I could take my time with when I introduced her to all the pleasures of the flesh and made her desire so, so sinfully. I’d be gentler than she could have imagined, but always with that edge of teeth, the promise that I could bite down at any moment if she only had the courage to ask. I would give her everything and shush her and tell her she was taking it so beautifully for me but that the congregation was still in session just below us in the choir loft and she had to be quiet sweetheart, shhh just let me make you feel good. And the next Sunday any time I look at her across the room she’ll remember how my tongue felt inside her, and she’ll flush and squirm and look away but won’t be able to resist finding me, afterwards, and pulling me towards the choir loft again.

I’m kinda tall, taller than a lot of the people I spend time around and work with, and sometimes I think about a woman shorter than me kicking me to my knees in front of her and putting a collar and leash on me and yanking me around. Pulling on it so tight I can barely breathe as I eat her out like I’m starving for it. Wrapping her legs around my head so all I can smell or see is her. Uhhhhg