Little boy

My whole body was pulled up. Once again, the latch moves. A spasm ran through my 'little girl', making me gasp. My wrists were released, and I put my hand on Kid's loincloth. The blindfold is still in place. The heat on the upper half of his body spread to me. He smelled sweet, but unnatural, like someone had put some scent on him, I like Eric's smell better.

I fumbled around with one hand to determine Kid's position. His knees protrude forward, his butt resting on his ankles. I ran my hand down his muscular arms and noticed that his wrists were tied behind his back. My fingers traced over his chest and then unhooked the clips from his nipples, tossing them away. Kid's exhalation moistens my face.

So this is what I should do? Shows?!?

I was scared to the extreme. I've only been through this twice, and only with Eric. Can't believe you'll let me do that - force me to. I can feel my lips trembling. I could feel the tears welling up in my throat, but then I thought about Eric and the