Page 61 of Sweeter Than Fiction

Well, her asking that certainly doesn’t help.

Me: Not yet. But if I keep listening, I might be.

Abby: What part are you at?

Me: He’s fingering her in the middle of the restaurant.

Abby: Oh, yeah. It’s just starting to get good.

My curiosity starts to come out.

Me: Do you like the public play stuff?

Abby: I don’t know. Never tried it.

Me: Is that something you want to try?

Those three little dots appear and vanish for what feels like an eternity.

Maybe I freaked her out.

Finally, I get a reply.

Abby: Yes.

Immediately, another text pops through before I can respond.

Abby: But I’d probably be too nervous to actually do it. I think I’d chicken out.

To be honest, public play isn’t something that’s ever been at the top of my list. Sure, it’s fun to sneak away and fool around or have a quickie. But I’m a little too territorial to take the chance on some other man seeing my woman come.

Same reason I’m not big on threesomes—even with another woman.

I don’t like to share.

Now, if my girl told me either of those things was on her list of fantasies she wanted to play, sure, of course, I’d do it.

They’re just not my cup of tea.

I type out another text.

Me: What are some things that you want to try?

Another long pause.

Abby: Hmm. Look, I haven’t done a lot. I’m sure you’ve done way more. I’m willing to defer to you.

Me: While I have a long list of things I want to do to you, I still want to give you exactly what YOU want.

The three little dots appear while she seemingly types out a long response.

Abby: I want you to make me come in every way you can think of. Maybe if I get brave enough, I’ll ask you to use those cuffs of yours on me. I want to try it all. With you.

Okay, now, I can feel my dick hardening in my jeans. No matter what dirty things the narrator is saying in my ear, reading dirty texts from Abby turns me on way more.

Me: Okay, now, I’m so turned on that I probably shouldn’t stand up for a while.

She sends back an emoji with hearts over the eyes.

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