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After Dinner Conversation
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lilblackdress
My lover made dinner tonight. He harvested the golden and red orbs from our indoor cherry tomato plants, the first harvest of the season, and served them, just lightly cooked, with fresh basil and garlic over pasta. Simple fare.

It was heavenly.

I licked the last bit of tomato and garllic from my plate and drained my second glass of milk. I leaned back into my hair and sighed contentedly.

"Good, eh?"

I smiled at him. "Yes, very good indeed."

"Satisfied?"

"As much as possible, in this weather." The increased breezes of early evening brought some relief from the heat, but not much.

"I guess you won't be satisfied until you're in the living room with the air conditioner on you at full blast."

"Mm, that sounds nice." I thought for a moment. "Yes, probably."

He thought for a moment. "Correction, you won't be satisfied until you're in the living room with the air conditioner on you at full blast and I've fucked you senseless." He smiled.

I smiled back. "Mm, yes, definitely."

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