Sabastian
Fifteen months ago…
Sabastian
“Where are we going, this mask is dumb, why can't I just see where I'm walking? You know you don't need an excuse to hold my hand.” She gripes for the umpteenth time.
I squeeze her hand in warning, “Vixen, don’t tempt me.”
We walk quietly after that, the vast expanse of open field comprising the outskirts of the Delroy and Stone Estate, eventually ends when we walk through the trees. The birds sing of new dawns and endless wonders as my Vixen’s damp palm cups mine.
I'm nervous about today, Dainy and I have been an item for three months now and it's been four since I had sex. We didn't venture beyond kissing for the first few weeks, but last month my little Vixen started wondering, and wandering into adult territory. I've never met another couple like us. We're different, we crave things that aren't normal, we want things that aren't legal and forgive me father, because today I'm about to sin and Dainy Hallow is to be the willing victim.