“Are you afraid of me?” No taunt
spiked her voice. An honest question that deserved an honest answer.
“I don’t understand you. I don’t know
what you want from me.”
Her eyes widened, innocence washing over her delicate
features. “I’m afraid you’re over-thinking me. I’m a simple girl, really. I
want condoms. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for a condom right now.” Her smile
flashed in the dim light. “I want ten more hours in a week so I can do
everything I do now, only slower so I can enjoy it more. I want a chance to
live my fantasies, with someone who can make them come true.”
Cooking Up A Seduction
Cooking Up A Seduction
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