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Chapter 17

Annette

I t had been about two and a half weeks, and I was finally feeling more at home in Terry’s kitchen.

Looking through the pantry, I was trying to figure out what I could make for dinner. The place was stocked with so many different foods that it felt like a luxury. That I could finally test out some of the fancy recipes I’d seen on TV and in some of the cookbooks over the years was indeed a luxury.

As I looked up at the top shelf, I was stunned to see a little organizer that was labeled sexy time.

Not being able to help myself, I looked into the organizer to find a jar of peanut butter, strawberry syrup, and chocolate syrup. There was also something called Fluff in there. While I knew the first three things were the containers with the red tops, I was still so confused.

Not being able to help myself, I texted Terry.

What the fluff do you have in your pantry, and why do you keep that stuff in a pantry?

Do not eat any of that stuff. Well, I guess the syrups are safe, but do not open the fluff and penis butter.

I nearly fell off the step stool in an attempt to distance myself from the container since that was definitely not an accidental typo from Terry.

Although, there was a part of me that wanted to know how he would use that stuff in sex play. My previous experiences with sex had been so plain and boring. It was either the missionary or the reverse cowgirl. Terry must have gotten into some crazy stuff since we were together.

It would have been fun to do something different, yet I never thought to do anything else.

Please don’t be angry. I like to do some food play, and I tried to keep it all out of the way. I can move it to my room. I tried to hide it so Eric wouldn’t find it. I was hoping you wouldn’t ever find it either.

This was one of the few tells I’ve seen of Terry’s infamous sexual side. Natalie warned me that he was a sexual beast and had some weird habits that scared away previous cleaners and dog walkers.

I didn’t want to tell him I wasn’t angry since I still wasn’t used to voicing what I was feeling. I was startled and curious, but I wasn’t angry with him. After all, he had things tucked away really well.

There was something I really wanted to know about, but I was scared to even touch the container to taste it for myself. So, instead, I pressed him a little bit.

You didn’t answer me about the fluff.

It’s marshmallow spread. It’s awesome. I have an order for more since I think Eric would really like it on sandwiches and pancakes.