Itch — Part Two — (c) ninth — Invited... To go out. To a pub, of all places. Tamela slapped at her face in an attempt to clear the ongoing haze from her mind. Today had dragged on for what felt like a million years, and still it had, what, only been yesterday morning when everything had gone off the rails?“Should I even go?”She interrogated her reflection in the mirror. No response, of course. I’m losing it, she thought with a halfhearted chuckle. Who am I kid
Itch - Part Two
By: ninth
Itch — Part One — (c) ninth — Tamela woke up one morning with an itch.Well... Not quite an itch, exactly... More of a subtle tickle, like a wayward strand of hair or a lost piece of lint. Whatever. It bothered her in a very irritating spot—her butt. She scrunched her face, rolling onto her side to rub at herself through her panties. To her frustration it only made the sensation worse. With a huff she pulled her underwear down and gingerly rubbed the pad of a finger over h
Itch - Part One
By: ninth