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The distant sound of the exhaust fan from above the stove.
"Who really turned you on to bondage and dominance?" He laid down kind of sideways on top of me, pulling my arms closer to the top of my head but still holding them in his grip while his cheek rested on my chest, my right breast cushioning him.
Because I could see from the sweat on his forehead and the overly-defined muscles in his arms, he was straining to maintain control. His eyes flashed, and he leaned forward.
They were nothing like the ones I was used to going to here.
"Do I have to worry about you having suppressed feelings of resentment toward your mother because she woke you too early each morning when you were growing up.
It's your favorite meal.