The Thought of Missing You December NSFW Exclusive (Patreon)

I let my lips part, exhausted, the tip of my tongue resting on the paper. I close my eyes, my mind travels to that night; I was sleeping on your back and you were still, trying your best not to wake me up. Without realizing, I gently lick the page. I savor the taste, wooden, rough, imperfect; I lick it again. A slow creeping realization dawns on me. I have to return this book to the folks at the book-club, yet, I lick it again, almost smirking as I did it. The thought of returning the book but leaving a permanent mark on it turns me on. I feel a gush of warm blood run down my spine. Hot.. So hot!

Script by Turtle McCoffee