Go to the linen closet. In the living room
My head is swimming.
When I head toward the living room, something on the floor catches my eye, another piece of paper.
Bending down, I pick it up and read.
Hold on. Turn me over.
I flip it.
This will all be worth it. But have I told you how handsome you are today?
Heat creeps up my neck. I actually blush, which makes me laugh at myself. She always knows how to get to me.
Shaking my head, suddenly in a ridiculously good mood, I scan the room. She has to be close. The house isn’t enormous, plenty of corners, but not enough to stage some elaborate disappearing act. She can only be in so many places.
My gaze drops, following the floor… and sure enough, little torn shreds of paper create a path across the carpet, like a trailof breadcrumbs leading straight toward the linen closet in the living room.
My soul almost leaves my body when something white drifts into my vision hanging from a thread.
Leaning to the left ready to fight whatever it is, a chuckle escapes me when I realize it's a piece of white paper on a string.
How the hell did…
I don't know if I should be impressed or terrified that she timed it to descend from the ceiling from wherever the hell it was hanging so it could be in my line of sight.
Dangling like an ornament from the piece of thread, the paper flaps gently in the ambient air resistance of the house. Grasping it between my index and thumb I note the message.
Pull down your boxers. Let your meat hang
Laughter practically vomits out of my mouth before I can stop it. I can’t wipe the grin off my face now; my brows pull together as I try to figure out what the hell she’s doing.
Peering down at the floor at the trail of shredded paper leading straight to the linen closet.
I take four steps and end up directly in front of the door. Another piece of paper is taped dead center.
Wonder what this message says.
You'll need a key to open this. Pull me off for further instructions.
I feel like an idiot standing here giggling with my dick out. Should I just take my boxers off completely? Her note said to let my meat hang, but it didn’t explicitly saytake them off all the way.
Whatever. Following the instructions, I peel the paper off, only to realize the doorknob is missing entirely.
Two arrows are drawn, both pointing toward the empty hole where the knob used to be. Under them is tiny lettering that says:
Stick your key inside. Should be easy now that your boxers are off
I burst out laughing, finding this so hilarious. She must be in the linen closet. I want to look in there so badly, but I play the game. Guess I should take my boxers fully off then.
Sliding completely out of them, I place my dick through the hole.
My boy is still a little bit flaccid, but admittedly, a little blood has fluffed him up due to the excitement of wanting to see Gabby.
So, I just stand waiting to see what will happen.
Then I feel something lick the tip of my dick, and then take it. It's warm and wet and… wow… really nice.
