Madam prefers to have her choice of men, from her current Mister to her fun one-night dates. last night, she chose me. and i swear on my feathers, i almost creamed myself right there when she gave me the finger. you know the one. the slow curl. the “come here” that hits you in the spine and makes your knees go stupid.

i strutted over like i had swagger, but let’s be real, i probably looked like an excited duckling tripping over his own webbed feet. i will not get into the exact details of what happened next. Madam approved this post, and she told me to “keep it tasteful, boy.” which means she read the first draft and said absolutely not.

but let’s just say that i spent a very long time between her thighs, making sure she had everything she wanted. i served her with every part of me. i gave her my focus, my mouth, my hands, my whole damn soul. and when she was finally satisfied and her breathing slowed and she gave that little post-orgasm stretch that makes my heart explode, she actually let me… well…

let’s just say this duck quacked long and hard and all over the place.

cleanup was required. a mop may or may not have been involved. no regrets.

and the best part came after. she let me be the little spoon. my favorite place in the universe, tucked against her, warm under the blankets, listening to her steady breathing.

i fell asleep with this stupid grin on my face.

a perfect night for this lucky little duck.

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