The Drip


Golly, Ava, what's going on? It's so steamy in here.

I know, Darling. I'm afraid I did a bad thing.

You did?

Uh-huh. Well, maybe not a bad bad thing, but a naughty thing.

What?

I brushed my clitty with your toothbrush.

You did? Why would you do that? Did it hurt?

It would if you did it. But I didn't mean clit. I meant pussy hair. I used your toothbrush to brush my pussy hair.

Oh? How come?

It needed it. And besides, I wanted to do a naughty thing. And while I was doing it, I thought about brushing my clit. Because it felt so itchy and needful. And then my cunt. I thought about sticking your toothbrush deep into the swollen ache of my cunt.

Jeepers, Ava. The handle end or the brush end?

The handle end, actually.

You actually did it, didn't you?

Not all the way.

Gosh, Ava. Did you wash it off afterwards?

No.

You didn't? Are there any hairs in it?

Not too many.

Okay, well, do we have any spare toothbrushes?

You want a new one?

Well...ah, I guess so.

Why? I mean you kiss me there. You kiss me there lots longer than you brush your teeth.

That's true.

And you don't brush your teeth right afterwards.

That's true.

And it's not like I stuck your toothbrush in my asshole, though you kiss me there too.

Yeah, but ...

Oh, honey, you should see your face. Actually I lied. I didn't use your toothbrush at all. Not in my tight little asshole and not in my hot wet cunt and not on my itchy twitchy clit. Not even on my downy soft pussy hair.

You didn't?

No.

Now I'm not sure I believe you.

Suit yourself. But I did do a naughty thing.

What?

I wouldn't have, if you would have fixed the leak.

What leak?

The bathroom faucet. I've been telling you about it for days. Maybe weeks.

Oh, right.

So I decided I might as well make use of it.

I'm not sure what you mean.

It's really something, once you get the drip adjusted just right.

What is?

The drip. It's scarily perfect.

story and illustration by Mat Twassel