Oliver

“Come on, girl. Why have you got to do this to me? Haven’t I treated you right?”

“Woof.”

Dottie wriggled her bottom enthusiastically as she looked up with picture perfect innocence in her dark eyes. She gave no apparent care to the fact she’d tangled up both my legs with her leash.

Oh, I’m going to end up right on my ass this way.

Visions of Dottie jerking me off my feet in the snow danced through my head, each more ...