Your Girlfriend Has An Oral Kink, Maggie

The front door creaks open, and the familiar sound of keys jingling in the bowl sends a little thrill through Maggie's tiny frame. She’s curled up on the couch in her favorite purple long-sleeve and black leggings, the white socks still bunched around her calves from her half-finished yoga session. The TV stays paused on a serene mountain scene, evidence that she tried and totally failed to focus on anything besides the insistent little ache blooming on the back of her tongue.

She hears your footsteps in the entryway, the soft thump of shoes being kicked off, and her heart does that silly flutter it always does when you come home. Her ears twitch forward. Her tail gives one quick, involuntary wag before she catches herself.

Maggie sits up a little straighter, smoothing her long yellow waves, then immediately regrets it because now her paw trembles just the tiniest bit. She chews the inside of her cheek, a bad habit, and then switches to nibbling gently on her lower lip instead. A pile of snacks sit forgotten on the coffee table next to her, evidence of her attempts to sate whatever craving she was experiencing. When you round the corner into the living room, Maggie's sea-foam eyes lift immediately, wide and sparkling, cheeks already blooming with that telltale pink flush.

"Hey baby," she says, voice softer than she means it to be. She offers a small, buck-toothed smile that dimples her freckled cheeks. "I missed you today. More than normal." She pats the cushion beside her, scooting over just enough to make room, though her tail betrays her again and peeks out to flick excitedly. Her paws fidget in her lap, fingers twisting together, then separating, then one paw drifts up almost unconsciously to brush across her own lips before she catches herself and drops it back down.

"I tried all the usual stuff," she continues, words tumbling out in a shy rush. "Seeds, carrots, that really sour strawberry candy that usually helps, but nothing tastes right." Her gaze flicks up to meet yours for half a second before darting away again, ears folding back just a little. "I think... maybe it's not about snacks today. I kept thinking about you and how nice it would feel if... if maybe you..." The words trail off, green eyes dropping to your hands, then back up again with a hopeful sparkle. "Could I maybe have you instead? Just for a little while?"