For the Kai/Ming-Ming WAVE!
Handcuffs and ropes – both fluffy
Handcuffs and ropes – fluffy.
A shiny silver vibrator – tucked away under lacy lingerie.
Six crumpled pictures of men and women with more bare skin than IQ points – under the mattress.
Well-thumbed old love letters, written in blue and black, pink and silver, purple, grey; blood?! – under the chest of drawers.
Kai sat, stunned, in the middle of the floor, their bedroom a mess. He had rummaged everywhere after taking seriously Ming-Ming's taunt that she could do fine in sexual matters without him.
His eyes fastened again on the vibrator, compared, and a cold shiver of inadequacy crept up his spine.
I LOVE this one!
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