⚜️The Misadventures of Anna Violett⚜️ #22

Day 22, me and my finger

It is noon... hot and warm noon... that kind of noon that makes your skin shiver as the sun kisses your body... a very hot noon. The only one present in the room are me... and my finger.

Such a funny little creature... my finger. My best friend, yet nothing but joints and flesh. Me and my finger had a rocky relationship, always poking at things, exploring. But we alway's got along.

When I was little he helped me pick out a terrible boogar, I was happy, and so was my finger.

He taught me to read, to pick, to decide. He was my guide.

As I got older, so did my finger. He wore pretty make up and smelled nice. Me and my finger both smelling nice.

Always together, me and my finger.

And now, both bored, lying on bed, me and my finger.

But now he is a wise finger, I chuckle as he points at the joint in the ashtray.

We take hits, we laugh remembering how he discovered my ass... how he pushed itself inside, pressing at the rims, feeling how I sucked him in... How he played with my clit, smeared my juices across my wet lips... ah... me and my finger....

And now in this stoned heat... we look at each other... playing with ourselves in blissful high. Me and my finger.