Page 81 of Plaything

Her eyes lit up as she smiled, “Ooo, yes!” She stumbled over to the craft area and grabbed a pen. She plopped down next to me again and held it out to me, “Trust me, yes!”

I laughed at her enthusiasm, “Okay, but what does it mean?”

She closed her eyes for a few seconds as she collected her thoughts. “Have you ever woken up mid-orgasm?” she questioned. I shook my head no. “Do you want to?” she smirked.

I grabbed the pen, both of us giggling as I marked yes.

“Somno—fuck,” she slurred. “Somnophilia is when they fuck you in your sleep,” she further explained.

The thought alone sent a rush of adrenaline through me. Questions of what that would be like raced through my mind, and I found myself intrigued, to say the least.

“Wyatt said that I should mark yes to CNC?” I asked, not seeing it on the page.

Reesia nodded, “That one’s a little edgy—I personally don’t play around too much with it, just because I’ve got issues,” she shrugged. “Consensual non consent. It’s just what it sounds like. You have conversations and give consent beforehand. Somnophilia is actually an excellent example of that. Like when I’m okay with Collin fucking me in my sleep, I wear specific underwear; that way, he knows it’s okay.”

Again, my interest was peaked. Still unsure and wanting to talk to them about it, I wrote it down.

I squinted at the list again, “Knife play? I’m guessing that one is what it sounds like, too?” I got ready to mark no.

“Kind of!” Reesia began. “Usually, there’s no cutting or puncturing of the skin at all. It’s usually just the flat part of the blade against your thigh or boob or wherever else. It’s actually less scary than it sounds,” she comforted.

Checking the box under maybe, I continued to skim the list.

“Primal play?” I asked. “Is this where they dress up as Optimus Prime?”

Reesia burst out into laughter, “No! Although...” she stopped laughing and looked at the wall for a few seconds as she contemplated.

“Reesia.”

She snapped out of her thoughts and turned to me. “Oh, um, it’s not always the same, but that one involves a lot of chasing around the house or hide-and-seek... think of it as caveman foreplay,” she giggled.

I marked it as maybe.

“Um...” I cringed at the names but immediately marked them as yes.

“What were those two?” She asked.

“Urine and scat...”

Reesia did a double take at me, “I wouldn’t have guessed, but to each their own...”

“Well, I want to use the bathroom whenever I need to,” I explained.

With raised eyebrows, she leaned close to me. “Odette, Sweetheart, what do you think those mean?” she asked gently.

“I’m assuming they would make me hold it—right? I don’t want that, so I marked yes,” I explained in a duh tone. What else would it be?

Reesia leaned and whispered an absolutely vulgar explanation into my ear. By the end of her short explanation, I was practically running for the whiteout.

“No! Nope, absolutely not!” I fiercely erased the check next to yes.

Reesia nodded, “I didn’t think so,” she laughed.

“Okay,” I sat down, keeping the whiteout next to me and making a mental note not to mark anything without being 100% sure what it meant.

We spent about an hour going through the list. She answered any questions I had and gave in-depth examples.

“Pet names?” One in particular had been on my mind all day, and my drunken thoughts zoned in on it.

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