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BUNNIE
The sun streamed in through the windows, encouraging me to wake. I blinked open my eyes, and the first thing I remembered was having his c**k in my mouth last night. I smiled with the glow of self-satisfaction and turned over to where he lay with me all night. His side was empty.
I got out of bed to brush my teeth and make myself presentable, hoping for some morning nookie, and looked at his side of the mattress again. It was barren of his powerful build and calloused hands that had touched me so softly last night.
My heart sank.
Where was he? He mentioned he didn't have to work today, so what on Earth could have tempted him out of my bed?
"Or perhaps you simply weren't enticing enough for him to stay?" My anxiety popped off.
Over a decade later, the shame of being the fat
