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Was she going to tell Adalisa the truth, or was she going to make up some story? If Adalisa didn’t believe her about the stalker, then she wouldn’t believe her about this. But she could show her the pictures. Maybe then she would believe her.
“I just saw a reel on social media about a book,” Margery lied.
“I didn’t think you read much.”
“I don’t, but I’m grabbing a couple of books so I can read at the cabin. Figured it would be good for me.”
“Well, like I said, if it’s about a book, then it’s perfectly fine. Real life, like I said, kind of depends. But I would totally bang a person who would kill for me. If he were keeping me safe, I would. Not just killing to kill, but killing to make sure nothing happened to me,” Adalisa babbled. “I’m so excited that you’re going to be reading some books about this. Then I can talk to you. You’re going to have so much fun. It’s going to be great. I can give you some recommendations if you want.”
Of course, Adalisa would bang somebody that killed for her. So maybe it wasn’t so weird she was aroused by him killing for her. Maybe it was normal or almost normal, and she was okay.
“Sure. I’m not at the bookstore right now, but I’ll be heading there soon.”
“Great. I’ll send you several recommendations from the best to the worst. Obviously, they’re my opinions. You might think differently. But you can check out the blurbs at the store and then buy whatever you want.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“Anytime. And if you need any other suggestions, let me know. You know I read a lot. I’ve read some pretty dark things but also some light and fluffy things.”
“Anything to do with some kinks?”
Adalisa didn’t know that Margery was a Little or kinky at all. It was a private part of Margery. Nobody knew, and even though Adalisa and she were close, she wasn’t sure she wanted to tell her everythign. But maybe asking for something that had kink in it would open the door.
Margery didn’t want to tell Adalisa and her not be kink-friendly. Especially since they had to work together.
“I’ve got some recs with somnophilia. It’s hot to read about it, but it’s also hot to do it in real life,” Adalisa giggled.
“What’s that?”
“It’s when you have an agreement with whoever. It can be your spouse, literally anybody, but if you’re in the same house, you wear something that identifies that it’s okay. So basically, ’you fall asleep, and in the middle of the night and your partner or whoever can do whatever they want to you. Have sex with you. It’s absolutely amazing. Not for everybody, but I love it.”
“You’ve done it in real life?”
Margery shouldn’t be shocked by it, but she was. Every single day, Adalisa told her something new, and it surprised her.
“Oh yeah, still am. I went to a kink club and found this one guy. Absolutely amazing. We went back to my house for it. Ever since then, I’ve left my window open a little and I’ve worn the same thing so if he came by, he could slip in.”
Her mouth hung open as the words sunk in.
“You did not. Do you know how unsafe that is?”
“Yeah, I do, but I trust him. I wouldn’t have done it with him the first night if I didn’t trust him. I might be dumb sometimes, but I do think. One of the guys at the club knows him very well and said he trusts him. We talked for several hours, and we connected. At first, it was only going to be that one night, but I enjoyed it too much. I don’t even know what made me crack my window open and wear the same thing I wore that night. But I’m glad I did. It adds to the element of surprise.”
“Has he ever not shown up when you’ve worn whatever you wear?”
“A couple of times. I can say I was pretty disappointed, but he has a life. I don’t know what he does or really anything about him but I do know we connected.”
“And you can’t just talk to him after? Ask him if you can see each other?”
It wasn’t making much sense. If he was in the house already, why couldn’t she talk to him? Adalisa didn’t say they didn’t talk, but she also didn’t say they had. She just alluded that they didn’t.
“Because after, I can’t really think. My brain is mush from all the pleasure. Sometimes, he’ll clean me up; sometimes, he won’t. Sometimes, he’ll stay inside me longer to keep all of his cum inside of me. We don’t really talk. Heholds me for some time, and then he’ll slip out of the window,” Adalisa gently explained.
“He doeswhat?”
“I think he has a breeding kink. We don’t know each other that well, but I have to say, his words affect me. He’s told me how good I would look pregnant with his child. He has said over and over that he wants to fill me up so that I get pregnant.”
“And you’re allowing him to do that?”
