Wet My Pet
‘Wet My Pet’ by Smutwriter Copyright October 2010 Eleven-thirty and Celia was feeling tired, her bed was beckoning. The gentle knock at her apartment door was an unwelcome interruption. She peeped through the little spyhole and saw Stephan looking back. A little reluctantly, she opened the door. ‘What d’you say to a midnight swim?’ he whispered. ‘Pool doesn’t open till next week.’ ‘I’ve got a key,’ he grinned and brandished a large bunch. ‘I’ve no suit,’ she was too tired for this. ‘Skinny...