A Day in the Sun
Ah, Goddess it was hot. So blindingly, blazing hot. So painfully, appropriately hot that Slut-boy might have been suffering in hell itself. Yet had he not campaigned for this very thing? And was not his glorious Goddess, the incomparable Lady O, rewarding and punishing him simultaneously for daring such a request? Ah Goddess, she was, and would he ever dare to pester her for anything again? Not likely! After all, was not her irrefutable will in all things incontestably supreme? How dare he think any wimpy little whim of his could possibly compete!
Yet he could not help himself. Ever since leaving the timeless limbo of the loft where he’d first been imprisoned, then trained, and finally claimed (such a premature sepulcher it’d seemed!) Slut-boy had been helplessly longing
