Page 12 of Filthy Lies

Star:We’re talking about you jacking off, Conor. I’m not sure you could handle more candor. I already feel like you’re squirming and I don’t know why.

Star:You’re a handsome man. You’re experienced. For God’s sake, you’re one of the city’s most eligible bachelors. So why are you nervous talking to me about this?

Conor:Because I don’t want to push you too far. If I did, I feel like I wouldn't know until I never heard from you again and you were in Siberia or something.

Star:You haven’t pushed me too far.

Conor:Good.

*Ten minutes later*

Star:Do you have hang-ups?

Conor:From my past?

Star:Yes.

Conor:We’re talking sex, right?

Star:Yes.

Conor:I’m particular.

Star:In what way?

Conor:I dislike hand jobs.

Star:Seriously?

Conor:Seriously.

Star:That’s… limiting.

Conor:It is what it is.

Star:Anything else?

Conor:Anal play is out. I don’t like hands in my hair either.

Star:Makes sense.

Conor:I’ve never told anyone that.

Star:You trying to tell me I’m special?

Conor:I think we both know you are.

Star:Maybe.

Conor:Do you have hang-ups?

Star:From being a sex slave?

Conor:Yes.

Star:Are you sure you want to know?

Conor:Wouldn’t have asked.

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