![]() ![]() Shuffling can be heard as she retreats deeper inside. It’s pitch black in the long walk-in closet. I twist my fingers around the knob and wrench the door open. The hangers in the closet clatter together. “When I find you, I’m going to suck on your throat until you scream,” I taunt. But I can practically feel her breathing. ![]() “I know you’re in here, my love,” I say lowly from the doorway. ![]() It’s long been stripped to a regular guest room. Some sweet-smelling lotion that I love to lick straight from her skin. Floorboards creak nearby and I pause mid-step. In just my socks, I creep down the hallways quiet as the mouse she claims I am. I leave my undershirt and slacks on as I slip out of the room on a hunt for her. She calls for me again and I all but rip my dress shirt off me. I quickly tug off my tie and pull it from my neck. My name is called out sweetly from somewhere nearby. ![]()
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