camp buddy

Sarah rolled about in her bed, unable to get to sleep. She’d woken up an hour after midnight. A nightmare where her friends niggling words tormented her in sleep as well. Sick of staring at the dark ceiling, she got up and tip-toed out of her room. Down the hall her dad’s door stood open, not bothering to close it as he always got up first in the mornings.“Dad?” She quietly called as she peered around the door.

“She was crying, begging me to stop, saying that I was hurting her. I just laughed, telling her she should be grateful to receive my affection, and that nothing in her life would compare to the glory of bearing my child. Galvin always told me that it didn’t matter what happened to the weak; it was our birthright to take what we wanted because we were superior in blood and magic. I wanted to believe him, because with him, I wasn’t alone. We had fun, we laughed, and we dismissed everyone and everything that got in our way. I wanted to believe that there was nothing wrong with us, even if, deep down, I knew the truth.

With that checked of her Todo list, Sarah moved down past his penis to the low hanging fruit of his testicles. Hanging there so delicately, his balls were hard to ignore. She leaned in and gave them a smell too. The smell had the same level of intensity, but with a tang of salt, just as amazing but slightly different in its own way. She stayed here a good few minutes, sniffing in hard and breathing out a sigh of delight. Though that wasn’t all that she had planned.