By Suzy O'Keefe suzy@bitwrangler.com
Date: 3 December 1997
Stuck in the Feathers
There I was, eyes open... standing in my robe of many colors starting to make the coffee. Suzy was awake too, but not yet moving other than to stretch and make the covers move. Her hair called to me from across the boat and I just couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers thru the strands. My hairbrush was within reach so I really indulged myself; brushing the lengths over & over again. Suzy was smiling and presenting her mane to me as a cat would. I leaned across her for a big one hug and got another in return, but as she rolled onto her belly and pulled me close, we both became aware of a certain piece of my anatomy protruding from my robe. How could she resist, I mean really... there it was just at face height, like a pink popsickle ready to be consumed one lick at a time. Moments later I was back in bed and inside her. I don't know how much time I spent there. I couldn't move afterwards. She got up and finished the coffee. All I know is that I got stuck in the feathers. And I swear, Boss, that's why I was late this morning.
Signed: Ken
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