Page 78 of Time for Change

The thought of discovering more ink on her delicate skin has me growing hard in the middle of my kitchen.

Stevie: No.

Confused, I type.

Me:Then what?

It takes a few moments for her reply to come through, but when it does, it’s a picture. A screenshot, and I’m not at allprepared for what I see. A loud groan flies from my mouth, and my dick goes ahead and gets rock-hard.

“Are you hurt, Daddy?” Christian asks, running into the kitchen.

Yes. I’m definitely hurting right now.

“Nope, I’m good.”

“Did you pull a mus-cul? When Miss Libby pulls a mus-cul, she groans in pain too, like this.” He then proceeds to moan, reaching behind him and walking like he has pain in his back.

I definitely have a muscle problem, but it’s concentrated to one specific area. “No, buddy, I’m okay. Thanks for checking on he though.”

“Do you need ice? Or the heater?”

Smiling, I know he’s referring to the heating pad. “No, thank you. Go ahead and get back to your TV show. I’ll be done with the groceries soon, and then we’ll have to run another errand. Maybe we’ll just grab lunch while we’re out instead of making something here.”

That lights up his entire face. “McDs?”

I want to groan, but refrain. “Maybe.”

“Yay!” he hollers, taking off for the living room.

When I know he’s gone and I’m alone once more, I flip my phone over and stare at the image.

Stevie:Are you there?

Me:Sorry, Dad duty called.

Stevie:I was starting to get worried you were freaking out on me.

Me:Freaking out isn’t the phrase I would use. I’m turned on, Stevie. So fucking turned on I can barely stand up.

Stevie:Yeah? *insert evil grinning emoji*

Me:Hell yeah. I can’t wait to see it in person.

Stevie:I’ll send you a picture later, but I can’t wait to show you either. Also, you’ll have to refrain from manhandling me for a while. Nipple piercings take a while to heal, so you’ll have to keep your mouth to yourself.

Me:I can use my mouth in other ways, Sweets.

Stevie:I look forward to it.

We sign off, and I carefully move up to my bedroom to gather dirty laundry. Not that it has to be done right now, but mostly because I need a few minutes to myself to collect my thoughts and get my raging libido under control. The problem is now that I’ve seen the picture of a nipple piercing, all I can think about is what it’s going to look like on Stevie’s hard, pink nipple.

Finally, I get my erection to subside and am able to rejoin the kids downstairs. “Gi, Christian, get your coats. We’ve gotta run to the store again.”

“What’d you forget?” my daughter asks.

“We were invited to a birthday party tomorrow, so we need to get a gift.”

“For who? Jacob from school? His birthday is Monday!” Christian bellows excitedly.

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