Cooking Class (Erotica)
I meet you at a cooking class, in a city away from home while on a business trip. It's casual. No names, no conversation aside from an exchange of intense, lust-filled looks as we sit next to each other in class. The attraction is palpable, and I find myself not being able to resist. So I reach between your thighs, right then and there, in the middle of a cooking class. You don't seem to object. In fact, you look like you want me the same way. So we get bolder. We pleasure each other, getting off on the fact that someone could know... someone could see or hear our whispered moans and sharp gasps. Can we play something without anyone else finding out?
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