Page 54 of Savage Keepsakes

The way she makes my world go ‘round is everything. Her speed increases, and she takes more of me down her throat. The freckles that sprinkle across her pert nose are so fucking adorable.

“Look at me while you suck my cock,” I command. She focuses only on me. “What is it?” I ask her. She garbles the words as she answers me. I pull my length out and stroke using her spit.

“What’re you gonna call it now in your story?”

“A hard cock,” she mumbles.

I rest my dick on her face, and she licks my balls, tipping me close to the edge. My hand grips her red hair and I force myself back into her mouth until I hold her against my hips and shoot jets of come down her throat.

“Good girl,” I whisper as she licks me clean. I reach out and brace myself on the wall for a moment as she sits back on her heels, looking at me, waiting for instruction.

I hold out my hand, which she takes, and stand her up. Brushing a kiss on her forehead, I lean forward and rest my forehead against hers. “Ready to go?”

“Where?”

“Date. I got it all planned.” I don’t, I’m winging it but I’ve decided that dates should be a thing. She deserves to know how important she is to me.

As she smiles, Lucy’s eyes sparkle with happiness.

“Did you finish putting everything up on the site?” she asks, and I nod.

Hand in hand, we walk down the stairs, our footsteps creating havoc on the creaky steps. I open the fridge and grab a loaf of bread, some cheese, mayo, and mustard to make sandwiches.

“I’ll pack up the orders later and drop them off at the post office on my way to my shop.”

“Can I see it?”

I never wanted to show her the filth that is my shop, but I’m comfortable with her. She’s never judged me.

I nod as I finish wrapping up the sandwiches.

“You can dye my hair there. We’ll go when we’re done with our date.” I grab a bag, stuffing some water bottles and snacks inside.

We cruise with the windows down, the breeze flowing through the car as the music pumps out of the speakers. I drive toward the area of the shop.

There’s a forest with a stream running through it. After I park, I grab the bag as we stroll through the trees to the edge near the water and sit on the grass.

“What is this place?”

“Found it a few years ago. Like how peaceful it is.”

I hand her a bottle of water and a sandwich, then take a nibble of my own. I should have planned an actual date, but another day.

“What do you think of the story so far?” She looks out over the trickling brook as I finish the bite of sandwich.

“It’s good, but the eye socket won’t work. Unless you want the guy’s dick to be scratched to shit from smashing the bones.” I look out at the water.

“Damn, okay. I have another one that I think might work. Wait, how’d you figure it out?”

What a loaded question.‘Well, my darlin’, I’d do anything for you, so I made a guy fuck his girlfriend’s eye socket after I ripped the skin off her face.’Doesn’t jive well for the date, so I shrug.

“I measured my dick and looked it up on a bunch of eye doctor websites.”

“Makes sense. I’ve read it before, but it didn’t seem like it would work.”

“What’s the next idea?”

“If someone could be skinned alive. It says they’d die from shock, but couldn’t you do it slowly, or maybe, like, light them on fire a little?”

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