Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“You’re juggling like five different things in the kitchen right now, so forgive me if I want you to think about what you’re doing.” Tate went over to the cabinet that held the plates and grabbed three down for us. “But let’s go back to the dirty talk aspect of this. You put that you liked it on your list, but I can’t remember if you mentioned how much practice you’ve had.”
Hmm.
“I don’t remember if we talked about that or not. If it was after the second round of juice then that memory will be very vague.” BSJ would’ve been a different story. Before second juice, I could’ve remembered a lot more. ASJ the timeline was fuzzier.
“Yeah, we need more sober conversations.” Tate walked by and kissed my shoulder. “Juice, water, or coffee?”
“Yes, please.” My answer was true but also made him laugh.
“Alright, we’ll do all the liquids and hopefully that will help fix whatever we killed with all that alcohol last night.” Moving around the kitchen, unfortunately, Tate kept his hands to himself. “Alright, back to the dirty talk. How much do you like and how much have you done?”
Very good questions.
“The internet said to answer my Dom’s questions very clearly and not worry about oversharing or telling my Dom about past relationships. I’m not supposed to do that with regular dates but Doms aren’t regular. They’re like dating with lots of fiber.” Learning two sets of dating rules sucked because I was still fucking up the first ones, but Tate was Tate and he wouldn’t think I was an asshole no matter what I accidentally said.
“Oh, and the guys downstairs seem to talk about everything if we need real-world examples. They don’t hide anything.” It was very helpful.
Tate barked out a laugh. “I’m not sure if we should use them as an example of anything besides being weird.”
Possibly.
“But yes, I want long answers and I’m not the jealous type when it comes to stuff like this.” Tate looked serious as I glanced over, and I must’ve looked skeptical because he shook his head, trying not to grin. “I’m not even going to ask what’s going through your head, but we’re going to prove me right. Tell me something and test me.”
He was so dramatic.
“Fine.” It would really suck if I was right and he got pouty. “I’ve practiced talking dirty with people online, and it’s not hard, but I don’t think I’m having as much fun as they are. I’ve been told I’m very creative.”
It was just slightly confusing.
“We’re going to come back to the you not having as much fun part. Me and Dean have figured that out, but what did you like about the dirty talk part?” Tate just got more and more interesting.
“You promise we’ll come back to that?” Because I was kind of tired of being told I was a cold fish. “Oh, I remembered what I forgot last night. Someone called me a cold fish. It wasn’t a duck.”
Words were so hard.
Tate snorted. “You’re not a cold fish.”
“Am I asexual? That doesn’t seem right because I have a startling number of sexual thoughts about fantasy people and imaginary people and you and Dean because you’re my people.” I shrugged when Tate looked like he was doing his best not to snicker. “I didn’t think I was but that guy I went out with a few weeks ago was adamant about it.”
It was hard to argue with some people.
“I don’t believe you’re asexual. I think your explanation proves it without a doubt.” Tate waved his hand as the timer on the stove went off. “Alright, prove you can multitask. Answer my question.”
He was bossy.
“What question?” Dean finally wandered out of his bedroom after deciding he couldn’t hide and get food at the same time.
“I asked Joel to tell me what kind of dirty talk he likes and how much experience he has with it.” Tate’s answer had Dean frowning, but he didn’t seem worried because he came into the kitchen and started making coffee.
I even got a quick kiss on my head as he walked by.
“In relation to real people or are imaginary ones included?” Dean asked good questions even without coffee.
It must’ve been the orgasm.
“Both.” They were ridiculous if they thought I was only going to include verifiably live people.
Ignoring the odd looks they were giving each other and me, I focused on my two tasks…explaining dirty talk and finishing breakfast. I hadn’t agreed on three, so I refused to give any brain space to anything else.
“Well, I don’t mind talking about how sexy my feet are if that’s what someone really likes but it doesn’t do anything for me.” Croissants out of the oven. Check. “I’ve been told I give very good feet, though.”
That was very sweet but not helpful for me personally.