Denise has found a teeny weenie fixation that she didn’t know about. It seems spotting random and stray erections at various parties turns her on—makes her crazy, makes her randy. Causes her, in fact, to either accost her poor husband or take matters into her own hands. So she’s faced with two issues, a) it’s party season what with the holidays and family functions and there’s a plethora of spontaneous arousal to be spotted and b) eventually she’ll have to confess this little fascination to her handsome husband Thomas…who knew he’d react quite the way he did.
Originally appeared at Ruthie’s Club
We all sang a rousing version of “Happy Birthday” to Cousin John. As the cake was being served, Thomas grabbed me and put his arm around my shoulder.
“You sure you’re okay?” Thomas whispered in my ear.
“Fine. Why?”
“Because you look...”
“What?”
“You look horny.” He chuckled right against my ear and I felt my arms pebble with goose bumps. “And your indicators are on,” he laughed. He subtly shifted his gaze to my chest and I glanced down.
“Oops,” I snorted. My nipples were hardened little pebbles straining against my silk blouse. Not much I could do. Silk is not a good camouflage for hard nipples. “Must be hormones.”
“Well, whatever it is, this is fair warning. When we get home, I’m gonna screw your brains out.”
Fair enough. I could go for that. The quick fix in the powder room was wearing off.
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