Friday, October 17, 2014
This morning. In the kitchen. He's on his way out the door and gives me a tender hug. He strokes my face and tells me he loves me. He picks up a knife from the dish drainer and presses it to my throat. No reason, just because he can. I instantly turn from sleepy and tender to slightly afraid and very aroused. He tells me to orgasm, right there, standing in the kitchen and I do. He's holding me up with one arm. He lets go of me, picks up his lunch and heads out.
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