“I’d lick her like an envelope,” Caitlyn said salaciously.

“Do people even use envelopes anymore?” I asked. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually mailed a real letter to someone.

“That’s not the point is it?” She shot me a warning look, her blue eyes shining brightly behind her tortoise-shell glasses.

“I guess not,” I said, staring at the woman Caitlyn had been admiring. The object of her desire was attractive, definitely, with all the little rebellious touches that tend to tug at Caitlyn’s libido.

“I’d lick her like an ice-cream sundae,” Caitlyn tried next, and the way she said “lick” made me sit up a little straighter. Caitlyn has a talented tongue. I know this from personal... Read More