Page 15 of Taurus

I didn’t know how long I took in the shower, it was incredible, the water pressure could’ve been better, but I was enjoying snooping at all his body washes and hair products. You could tell a lot about a person from the products they used, and there wasn’t a 3-in-1 anything. It was surprising, but it was an assault on the senses from all the crazy scents, and not a single one of them a nice, citrus or floral.

Wrapped in a towel, I dried off as much as I could and wrapped it around my waist before making my emergence from the bathroom.

To my surprise, Zander was clearing up boxes. Dressed in a pair of slutty grey sweatpants just below his cum gutters with dick print on full display. I gawked at it, but he clearly didn’t mind, going as far as to tug at his cock from the front making it more visible.

“How was the shower?”

“I’ve had better,” I said.

“I have some shorts if you wanna put them on?”

“Are you cleaning?”

“I felt your judgment,” he said. “And I’d like to give you one less thing to be sassy about.”

I smiled at him. “Yeah, I’ll take the shorts. Do you also have anything to snack on? I barely ate, I was a little nervous to meet you, hence why I jumped into bed with the first man tonight.”

He tutted. “And you just couldn’t get enough, because you came back for seconds.”

Squinting, I continued to stare at him. “Actually, I slept with you a second time because you owed it to my ass,” I said. “With the mask on, you didn’t treat me right. But now you have, so I need a little snack, and then I’m ready for bed.”

Zander cupped his cock.

“Calling it a little snack?” I asked.

“No, I—” He pressed his lips together, hiding his smile. “I’ll get you a snack. You like nuts?”

“I love a good nut, but again, I don’t have the energy for a third time tonight.”

He threw a pair of basketball shorts at me. “Mixed nuts,” he said. “I’ve got a bag in the cupboard. I might also get that ball gag I was talking about earlier.”

Zander was a good playmate, he gave it back to me as well as I gave it to him. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I called to him as he walked off into the kitchen.

I put the two sizes too big shorts on and had a look through some of the boxes in his living room. It was strange to see someone being this messy, but also organized into boxes. There were paws with hand holes, assuming that was part of a costume. I stuck my hands in them. Very warm.

Rustling a bag of mixed nuts, Zander came back into the living room. “They’ve salted,” he said, noticing me pawing the air with the bear hands on. “If you’ve not got any plans tomorrow, I can show you some more stuff. If you like the paws, you might like some of the other stuff.”

“What like?” I asked. “Have you got like a teddy bear tail butt plug?” I plucked the idea from the air.

“Yeah,” he said. “There should be one in a box, it’ll be in a plastic seal.”

“Oh. You’re serious?”

“Very. I never joke about costume stuff,” he said. “Here, take those off and help yourself to these. Also, I don’t eat in the bedroom, so fill yourself up out here.”

I was too hungry to even being a brat about his rules. As a bartender, I knew that mixed nuts were sometimes not the best, but they were great at getting people to order more drinks.

On the sofa, I sat, eating the mixed nuts while Zander continued to go through boxes, showing me different things. It was eye opening from what I’d originally believed he did, which was costumes for parties, but I’d got the wrong type of party in mind. Zander was in the business of catering to sex, and it showed.

“Later, I can show you some of the stuff I record,” he said.

“And you don’t record with anyone else?”

“Nah, I get collab requests, but I pride myself on being anonymous,” he said.

“I know who you are.”

Zander licked at his bottom lip and eyed me suspiciously. “Are you suggesting that you’re gonna tell people?”

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