Magic Comfort Lollipop
It started as a joke – humourous reassurance delivered between sobs, a verbal shorthand for I’m okay, I’m good; oh…
One from the drafts folder; this was originally going to be my Smut Marathon Round 7 entry, but I wasn’t sure if it was close enough to the prompt, so I held it back.
You pulled me into the doorway alcove, pinned me against the cold concrete wall and covered my mouth with one hand. Sssshhh you told me, reaching up under my skirt. Silence now.