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Come on, in today’s world, you fuck the wrong group, and the next thing you know, they’ve made an eight-part social media series about it. Like, get ready with us to have a foursome at a luxury estate in Malibu.
Or would it be more like a “What’s in my bag?”
Because definitely lube, lots of lube. And condoms. But what if people like it dirty? Like getting spanked…would they need a roller bag to go to the fucking? Because where would people store all the paddles? Then again, they could just use their hands.
Why am I thinking about spankings?
Immediately, Brooks strolling up to my red ass at the pool comes to mind when he said, “What are you into?”
Dick, my mind populates in answer, making me bite the inside of my cheek.
And now I’m just thinking about how someone gives three blow jobs in a row. Or maybe I’d be expected to do them at the same time?
Feels like that would cause TMJ.
But if I were doing it one at a time, do the others just stand in the corner and watch? Like creeps in a corner just stroking off?
That’s off-putting. And messy—there’d be wet spots everywhere.
Who cleans up?
I can’t help but chuckle, feeling ridiculous because this throuple…
No, foursome? Or would it be a quartet like the singers at Disney?
Now I’m suddenly imagining a very risqué scene that gives a whole new spin onToyStory.
Moon’s voice intrudes on my thoughts before I can finish it as she guides the group to the next pose.
“Now walk yourself out into downward-facing dog and really let your body settle into the stretch, remembering to breathe, filling your lungs before letting it out slowly.”
I do breathe, but only as I wonder how everyone decides where all the parts go. Surely, they don’t just play dibs. Is the ass guy always the ass guy, or is sex an equitable venture?
Do they fuck each other too?
A small breath tickles my lips as I exhale. That last thought made me shiver because, hot.
This is getting out of control. My mind is a terrible place. A terribly dirty place that I used to celebrate in the past (yesterday), but now it’s time to admit my problems and fix them. I can’t live this way.
“Open up your arm for triangle pose and reach to the—”
Whatever else Moon says is lost on me because the moment I twist my upper body and reach my arm to the sky, my eyes connect with a familiar pair of blue eyes.
Brooks.
“Jesus,”I gasp and almost fall onto my back, but I’m cradled by strong arms—Wells, who looks down at me.
“Are you falling for me, Margot?”
Goose bumps. All over my body. He winks as my mouth opens, then closes.
Brooks chuckles. “Technically, she fell for me. You just made the catch. Guess we have to share now.”
“What? Sorry,” I finally say, breathlessly, before he rights me, allowing me to stand.
“Your love…we have to share your love,” Brooks teases, but my heart is racing.
I think I’m more unsteady on my feet than when I was on my back. I look left to Wells, then right at Brooks, then straight in front of me at the guy who likes older women, Brody.
