DAEMON
It’s never smelled this welcoming, home I mean. But here it is, her eyes giving warmth even when she obviously wants to wrap her hands around my neck, it’s always funny when she strikes back.
“Is that meant to be a compliment?” Her voice hardened as she pressed onto my shoulder with a force that sent hurtful signals to my brain.
“Do you hate compliments?” I gruntled as she rubbed the cramping part of my shoulder, her fingers digging into my skin as she moved.
I’ve got to admit, her hands felt great on my body, the slow rhythmic pacing of her strokes, the scented oil and her sharp mouth which was always quick to make snide remarks, I could swear she had this masseuse thing going for a long time.
She stopped rubbing my arm and folded her legs in front of me “Backhanded ones” she
