‘Happy Birthday Mr. Frye! It might be his birthday, but I want to make him my present. Starting with tying his hands together and blindfolding him with green satin. I want to work him up with my teasing hands and feel his lips curve under my fingers, maybe even nipping at them every chance he gets. I tell him how beautiful green satin looks on him, but maybe purple would look even better, right before I leave love bites on his neck.
When the birthday boy is practically begging for it, I let him loose and tell him to unwrap his present. ππ³ ‘