A hero with a very durty mouth who quotes Shakespeare and requires complete control finds himself at a loss when an baseball loving librarian crosses his path and makes him forget everything he ever thought was important. 

The following scene is a series of test messages between the hero and heroine. 

Vivian, are you there?

I’m here

Where?

Trying to sleep. It’s midnight

About what happened today

(…)

Yes?

I washed you off my hands. I want it back. Having you on my fingers feels like good luck. I bet I hit .400 with your pussy on my lips

You can wait. You don’t have to hit anything yet

I’m going to open your legs and have a field day on your clit. Just a little with the tip of my tongue. Then I’m going to suck on it. Pull it between my teeth. Do it all over, flicking just a little. I can make you last a long time

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Are you touching yourself?

No…

Now I am

Are you wet?

Yes

I want you to come

Okay

Just imagine what I’m going to do to you and how much I’m going to love doing it.

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Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie

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Are you coming?

You quoted Shakespeare. I didn’t have much of a choice

I’ll make a note

I’m so sleepy now

Good night, sweetapple.

Good night, Dashiell.

Hardball by C.D. Reiss is available now for purchase. 

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