Tiny Fists, Tiny Feet

Tiny feet, covered in cloth drag down my bare chest, The rubber grips pulling my chest hair as streak downward, I bite the insides of my cheeks, suppressing a cry, the searing pain of being involuntarily waxed. My eyes pop open, and even in the utter darkness, I can see the shadows of his tinyContinue reading “Tiny Fists, Tiny Feet”