I never thought he was going to take me down to the mortuary. What kind of sick seduction manuals had he been studying? I should have stopped him, suggested somewhere else, but I was still groggy from too much drink and I felt uncharacteristically submissive. We went down the darkened stairs where he unlocked the door and pushed me gently in ahead of him. The lighting was low inside as well as out, pale in a clinical way, creating strange shadows around us. I supposed it could be some weirdo's fantasy to do it on an embalming table, or on one of those shelves they roll out from the fridge…
I shuddered. It wasn’t mine. I liked my s*x warm and easy on my knees and back, and preferably where someone else will clean up afterwards. I shook my head, needing to make it perfectly clear what I tho
