Sharing fantasies is part of shared love and shared innermost secrets and desires, the only thing wrong is never asking or answering truthfully. (͡• 🔥 ͜ʖ 🔥 ͡•) ლ(🔥\◡👅◡/🔥)ლ
“Will you spank me?” she asked one night, seemingly out of the blue, right as we were about to go from kissing to fucking.
I pulled back, without time to think. “Spank you?”
“It doesn’t have to be now…” She was embarrassed. Her cheeks were already pink from making out with me but I could tell because she had that really small smile she gets when she’s self-conscious.
“Is this a fantasy of yours?” In the three years we’d been together, she had never told me any fantasies, even though I asked plenty.
“Are you sure?” I tipped her face up so she would look at me. She was not usually demure or timid.
She climbed off of me and sat on the edge of the bed, back hunched. She looked so small that I wanted to scoop her into my arms and kiss her until she was smiled.
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