~ Carl ~
My eyes close of their own volition and I sigh heavily. This is going to throw her again... and until now, she's miraculously given me second, third, fourth chances... if anything can doom the progress we've made, it's our lifestyle of kinky fuckery. I often forget how utterly innocent she was when we met.
“Carl? Are you okay?”
When I wrench my eyes open again, she's staring at me with overwhelming concern.
“I'm all right, baby. I believe I've worked out what you're remembering.”
She waits.
Why can't I just say it? Oh and by the way, Abi, I hit you other times and you liked it? You asked me to? You outright ask me to s***k you on a semi-regular basis? God... she'll never accept this. But as my stomach twists in fear, I know one thing... I. Must. Not. Lie.
“It's not what
