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Melting Ice Cream

“You seem restless tonight,” I said, as we sat down for dessert.

“Oh, it’s nothing really. It’ll pass. Just pour me another glass of wine,” she replied with a wry smile. “But if you’re really concerned for my well-being–lift up my skirt, bend me over this table, and fuck me until the ice cream melts.”

Michael Faudet