So, recently things have been a little weird between my stuffie (Sir’s deputy) and me. Mostly because I totally figured out while grinding on pillows does nothing for me because of their volume, he is actually the perfect size.
One day I just kind of rolled over and ended up with him between my legs and thought, “hmmm.” And now stuff’s a little awkward between us.
The other day I was talking to Sir on the phone and mentioned my stuffie. Without missing a beat, Sir says, “I’m surprised he still talks to you after you raped him.”
I turned bright red.