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And we were getting comfortable.
And I liked it.
But as much as I liked it, I didn’t want to risk falling for her. As wonderful as she was, she deserved more. She shouldn’t have to be dragged into my life. She was too pure and innocent.
Well…she sure wasn’t pure and innocent in bed. She was a tiger. She was willing to dominate and to be dominated, and I was slowly discovering that sometimes it was more satisfying to give over control, to allow others to do what they want to your body
