Chapter 90

Quinn

Troy’s list of things he wouldn’t do was surprisingly short. He appeared to be down for just about anything except, ‘bodily fluids outside the norm,’ as he put it, voyeurism, humiliation, age play, which I had to look up, degradation, asphyxiation in any form, and hard impact play involving his fists.

There was a whole list of things he called soft no’s, things he didn’t enjoy but would do if I wanted to try it or liked it.

The next three pages were his yesses, and he went through great pains to explain every listed kink, why he liked it, and how he wanted to do things.

By the time I was done, going through his list, I was at once mentally exhausted and so horny I didn’t know what to do with myself. I could imagine it, every little thing he wanted to do to me, and while I had no earthly idea if I’d enjoy most of the things or not, I could imagine it, and it drove me crazy with lust.

I kept unconsciously touching myself, my hand slipping between my legs, eager to take care of