Mary and Daphne #37 (Patreon)

“Stop looking at me like that,” I said to my Mary.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m an adorable little duckling.”

I am not a duckling! I am an eight–hundred–pound she–gorilla packed into a size three. A force of nature to be reckoned with, and there will, by the grace of the Furies, be a reckoning that will shudder you!

“I know you’re not a duckling. You’re a gosling.”

“What? Why am I a gosling?”

“Because you’re such a silly goose.”

“But ... no more pet names.”

“No deal, Daffodilio.”

“You are such a Flanders!”

“We’ve done it before. I seem to recall you used to love it.”

“It was different then.” And o, by the way, this conversation took place while we were in bed, me sitting across Mary’s lap.

“Why was it different?”

“Because we weren’t, ya know. With the ageplay stuff so much. It’s different.”

“O. I hadn’t really thought of that. But it doesn’t have to be different. I don’t wanna do it if you don’t want to, but I don’t think it has to be something different now.”

I did like it back then. Made me feel pretty awesome that I could make her do that; not all women can, and not all lovers can make it happen. I didn’t exactly trust her renewed interest, though. I couldn’t really see her taking it in that direction, but I didn’t see the absorbent undergarments coming into my life a year ago.

“You promise this is just what it is and not some ageplay thing?”

“Cross my heart,” Mary said and did so, looking like she’d won a prize (which she did: me).

“I’m not a gosling.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m fierce.” She just nodded like she was humoring a, well, you know. “I’m an eagle ... a golden eagle.”

“The goldenest.”

Suffer the wrath of my irritable face!

“Is that an eagle sneer,” she asked me.

“Mammals fear me.”

“I know I do. Because when you don’t enough sleep, you get so cranky.”

“Alright. Enough with you. If you want to, you know where it is.”

“Is it right here,” she asked, “right where I left it?” She put her hands between my thighs, and I took a sharp breath as I blinked and blinked again and felt my breath shake.

I turned my head into Mary’s breast and found her nipple, wrapping my lips around it and teasing it with my tongue.

Yes, Mary can cum just through having her nipples played with, but I’m the only one who can make it happen for her. It doesn’t make me a superhero – it just makes me super.