The moment I found out, I called Clay. The only man I could trust.
I could have told him to kill Jerry, but I didn’t. All I wanted was him. Wrapped around me. Covering me. Inside me. He made me say it. Beg for it. Then he made me wait.
Now, at last, he’s here.
We’re naked in my kitchen. I can see all of him - his arousal, his tattoos, and now suddenly, his power.
When he whispers, black marks burn their way up my thigh. It hurts, but then feels incredible. I command him to keep talking. With every breath, every lick, every thrust, he covers me in tattoos. He pierces me. Changes me.
He’s awakened something inside me, transforming me into his work of art. His lover.
His.
When he’s done, I’ll never be the same.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Story contains explicit descriptions of an M/F affair between a housewife and an ex-lover involving masturbation, oral sex, and exhibitionism, as well as the magical infliction of tattoos, piercings, and other bodily markings.