Of Trees and Keys
Unlike the good old days, I’m waiting discreetly inside (and with seriously painful impatience) for my oldest friend to arrive.
She’s late for our latest illicit tryst. That we can’t be seen in public together is the least of the sacrifices I’m happy to make in exchange for the chance to be with fashionable, fascinating, and fantastically fascistic fetishist Anya again, however intermittently. I mean, we’re talking about the lady who’s put my c**k under lock and key.
She’s just too alluring, too vivacious and volatile to deny.
Even when we were penniless teenage neighbors she was as impossible to refuse as it was obvious she’d succeed unbelievably some day. Now that she’s indeed wealthy and quasi-famous, with the resources to indulge her every least whim, I can only b
