George hugged me from behind; his chest pressed against my back, and his chin rested on my shoulder. I felt him poking his abdomen on my butt. I was a little bent towards the kitchen platform.
I could not help but imagine him f*****g me recklessly on this kitchen platform, spreading my legs wide. This is what I only f
Whenever he said something, his warm breath lingered around my neck giving me a tingling sensation. I had a knife in my hand, and his hand firmly gripped mine. 'This is how you cut it, slowly,' he said, slicing small pieces of capsicum. But my focus was elsewhere, on his body pressed entirely against my back. We were so close that not even a breath could pass between us. "You don't know how to cook; I'm surprised," George remarked.
'Where did you learn?' I asked in astoni
