Week 95 is Our Sexy Galaxy, so easy pickings for me as I only have one that depicts outer space
The giant shifted forward onto his knees, bracketing Mike all snuggly
between his thighs, as his hand snatched out, catching Mike gently behind the
neck, pulling him forward slightly before cradling the bottom of his skull, and
giving Mike all sorts of good feelings he wanted to fight against. Because
there was no way he was submitting to anyone, not in the way he understood a
collar stood for.
The fabric scratched at his neck slightly, it wasn’t painful, just
awareness that it was there, and not going anywhere, anytime soon. It settled
against his throat, soft rubber-like plastic hugged his Adams’ apple, an odd
feeling, one that he was used to before the big man clipped the collar shut
with a sharp startling noise in the quite quiet room, so quiet Mike just
realised only held the breaths they both made.
Something cold and unforgiving clicked in behind his ear, a softer but
still completely foreign object sat against the outside of his ear, clearly
wanting in, but needing help. It was weird enough that Mike automatically
lifted his own fingers, brushing aside the giant ones and pushing it in. He
wasn’t sure why he finished the process, other than it never occurring to him
to pull it all off.
The giants hands lingers against the front of his throat, seeming to
make sure the device there was sitting the way he wanted it to, before
caressing the sensitive skin against his collarbones.
“Oh,” he sighed out as he pushed forward into that touch, not being
able to stop himself one little bit.
The giant smiled a smile that had Mike blurt out, “Can you understand
me?”
The giant’s smile was soft as he nodded his head.
And onto the pimping and other random facts linked
to this hop