Wet-and-messy devotees enjoy a sexy, sloppy Friday night.
I'd worked hard, and the weekend was finally upon us. I was so relieved to be embarking on the long three-day weekend ahead.
Jimmy came in late from work and found me staring inside the refrigerator, trying desperately to figure out what to make for dinner.
He kissed the back of my neck, rubbing it. "How about we order in?"
I released a sigh. "That sounds good. Really good."
I was a bit puzzled when he nodded and said "done" but then reached past me to grab a bottle of ketchup from the door of the fridge.
I barely had time to register the sound of it being squeezed as he squirted cold ketchup down the back of my neck.
I gasped from the chill, but the feel of viscous liquid... Read more...