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‘Follow me.’
That’s all the sign said.
In front of it were other little signs, these hand-drawn arrows that lead into the kitchen. Mike followed said arrows until they stopped at a pink plastic Easter egg. Mike picked up and opened the egg. Inside was a small piece of paper that read:
‘This egg good for one kiss’
Mike smiled. Billie was so cute sometimes. Glancing down at the floor he happened to spot another set of arrows, this time leading to the living room. Following the signs he stopped at another egg, this time a bright yellow. As he did with the first egg, he scooped it up and opened it. This piece of paper read:
‘This egg good for one massage, complete with baby oil’
Mike was beginning to like this game.
More arrow notes, this time leading to their game room. Sure enough, another egg, a beautiful shade of green. Mike repeated the same routine as before, and read the words inscribed on the small sheet of paper.
‘This egg good for one fabulous blow job against the pool table’
Mike’s mouth was drawn into a small ‘o’ of surprise -and arousal. Billie Joe sure was…creative. Mike loved that about his boyfriend. Billie was full of surprises. Mike looked down and found exactly what he expected.
More arrows.
He followed them eagerly. He couldn’t wait to see what else Billie cooked up for him. These arrows led all the way to their bedroom. Mike opened the door and there it sat, all alone in the middle of their bed.
A black egg.
Mike almost drooled in anticipation.
He cautiously approached this egg. He could tell it would be something special.
He wasn’t wrong.
Mike opened the egg and read:
‘This egg good for a night of pleasure-or a night of pain.
Pick your poison.
Love, Billie'
Mike was flabbergasted.
Before his brain could fully process this egg’s message he heard a noise and he turned his head to the bathroom door. Out walked Billie Joe wearing an obviously dyed black bunny suit. It had seen better days, and red electrical tape ‘x’s were placed randomly on the suit. Mike smiled as Billie walked over to him and held him in his bunny embrace. Mike snuggled into the fur, which smelled faintly of Rit dye.
‘Thank you Billie. This was awesome.’ Mike grinned at his lover. Billie smiled back, a gleam in those bright green eyes of his.
‘One more surprise Mikey.’
Billie Joe reached next to him and produced a small black leather riding crop. Mike’s eyes went wide, then he burst out laughing. Billie stuck his lip out in a small pout.
‘What’s the matter-you never met a bunniatrix?’