Dianne, secretly, has wanted nothing more than to be able to indulge her fantasies with Andrew. When the opportunity arises, she doesn't dare miss it.
Warnings: This story contains forbidden, taboo content.
Word Count: 5000
A breezy summer day, the living room windows were open, the curtains flagging through the air with every gust. Dianne sat on the couch, almost in reach of his wanting fingers, and told him something that still makes him hard to think about:
“I don't have a gag reflex.”
He choked on a fluff of popcorn, grabbing for a drink to wash it down. She reached over, laughing, and patted his back.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He winced, coughing and flinching against the sting in his throat. “Yeah. I'm fine.”
“Here. Let me prove it.” She popped up from the couch, her curls bouncing as she pranced to the kitchen. Drawers clanked.
Andrew sat on the couch, a hand to his throat to massage the ache. She shouldn't say things like that, she really shouldn't. The very thought of her not gagging when something entered her throat was twisted around to something intensely sexual in his mind. Could you blame him?
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