Aza's Evening [Aza, powerful. Derbyn, Accept] The day passed with its usual cycles of consternations and small successes. Aza had little time to think of home but occasional happenings or interactions with folks would bring her mind to Derbyn, that silly man of hers. She never hesitated to share her fantasies with him and she never hesitated to review ideas for bonding or play if they came her way. They shared most inclinations. Daydreams of exchanges of pressures, heats, energies, flowing liquids and firm things to take inside. On occasion when she could get him revved up, and time permitted, he was wholly her plaything and lover. She tried not to think of how rarely the times were; they were there and she was grateful. Today she dwelled on thoughts of greetings. Of him waiting in the living room on his knees, cleaned and prepped, a short dress tight on him and plug inside to show how ready he would be. They could play some video game or other while he squirmed on the plug. "I'll give him an XP grind." She thought, daydreaming of having him playing their favorite RPG while his entrance is stretched. On her way home she got him a new outfit: flared yoga pants (a women's cut) that would hug tight enough to show off any toy she put in him and a cute sports bra. She was home by four in the afternoon and they enjoyed a snack before she had a comfortable shower. She was glad to find the enema hose seemed to have been used since the morning. Aza came out of the shower and found Derbyn to give him the new clothes to put on. She ran a finger between his legs. "I saw you were a good boy, are you ready enough for me to enjoy a snack before dinner?" She grinned as she pressed on his entrance. "Sorry, just a little wet help to un-stick my guts, I didn't really clean myself." He slumped a little, knowing she wanted to play in him but that he was too busy today with other activities to prepare himself. "You could greet me filled. I would just as gladly come home to you kneeling on a toy as to come home to you in the kitchen, though I could pick several of our toys that you could wear any one of in the kitchen too." "I could be ready to receive, I'm sorry I was too distracted today. I miss being filled." He pushed back against her hand and with hardly a conscious thought started rubbing his panties. "You could drink from me. Give me your tongue and I will give you as deep a taste as you can receive." Aza nearly whispered into his ear, keeping one hand between his legs and one between her own. "I would gladly be filled." He moaned and closed his eyes a moment as they rubbed warmly on each other. Then he took a deep breath and seemed to turn a page or change a channel in his head. "The chicken smells just about ready and we'll have mashed potatoes with supper." He kissed Aza gently, smiled and wandered off as if they were doing nothing in particular. She smiled for him as he talked about dinner plans then he hopped off to the kitchen and she stood there and sighed. Her hand still between her own legs but the moment extinguished like a cold breeze over a match stick. She went and put dry panties on, again. They played video games together a while after supper until drowsiness set in. Bed time had him dressed in a red nightie and pink boyshorts panties. They stretched softly over his little bulge, so small and unassuming when he wasn't turned on. She had a strap-on ready in a drawer beside the bed, arms reach from where she lay. "Come here good boy." She instructed as he crawled into bed, he flopped over, smiling, and pushed himself against her. "Those panties are super cute." She pet down his back and along his thighs and thought to herself: "A cute little fuck toy but they're wrapping I'll need to take off before I can enjoy you Love." She hoped eagerly that he would reciprocate her attention and escalate the play. "Mmmmrr, thank you." He whispered softly as he pressed back against her. He got hold of one of her arms and pulled it gently in front of him, wrapped his arms around it and softly fell asleep.