My bag was mostly packed and still on my bed. I rushed around my room, packing things in the bag, pulling out a small duffle for a few other things. I would carry the clipping of my grandfather. He died before I was born and it was the only thing I had of him.
I was betting Sean would love hearing the stories of my grandfather. I smiled and wondered what sort of fae Sean would be. I could imagine him with the delicate wings of a pixie. It would suit his thinner frame. The leaves in his hair like a nymph would be gorgeous, too.
He reacted perfectly to my vines this morning. I could imagine wrapping them around his wrists and thighs, whipping them lightly along his tight little ass. I shivered and felt my d**k twitch at the idea of his moans while I gave him a gentle lashing. This mornin
