Kink
“We both know the safety word.”
“Pinapple, right.”
“Are you sure you’re really into this?”
“If you don’t want to...”
“No, I do want to. I just want to make sure you are.”
“Oh, I am.”
“It’s just, it’s a pretty far-out scene. If you feel like we should talk it through more first?”
“Sam, are we going to do this or not?”
“Sorry, it’s just, I want to do this right.”
“I love you. It’s fine.”
“Okay.
“I, Sam Murphy, take this woman as my– Oh, pinapple, stop, I feel sick. How, how did people live with themselves?”
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