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Fine. I’ll make a deal with you.

Pick a fetish to talk about. Or maybe a kink of some sort. Just something a little sexy. I’ll settle for that.

I’m not opposed to begging for it… *wink, wink*

Love, Zia

There. I offered a deal. I tried to compromise. He better accept.

He answers right away.

Zia,

I’ll do my best.

-Felix

It’s not what I was hoping for, but it’ll have to do.

My stomach rumbles, and I figure it’s time to find something to eat. I head upstairs as I scroll through his podcast, noting he posts only once a week.

Once a week? How the hell will I wait a whole week to hear him speak dirty words to me?

These damn humans and their moralist ways.

Chapter Two

Felix

“Anilingus…” Scrolling through the page in my browser, I skim the definition and quickly decide against the first word on the list.

There is absolutely no way I can read aboutorally stimulating your partner’s anusand all the ways to do it on my podcast. Nope, that’s not happening.

So, I keep scrolling.

“Electrostimulation?” No, not withstimulationin there. “Maybe melolagnia. That’s kind of fun to say.Melolagnia.And it’s basically just next level love of music. I could do that.”

With a sigh, I scrub a hand over my face and spin my chair to ask Roger what he thinks.

“How do you feel about melolagnia? So far, it seems like my best option. It’s not too vulgar, it’s kind of fun to say, and the definition won’t give me a stroke when I read it on the air.”

Roger lifts his head and gives me the most judgemental look he can muster before he resumes licking the pilling off his argyle sweater. Which would be really fucking weird if he wasn’t a morbidly obese sphinx cat but he is, so it’s just really weird that I’m asking him about the new segment on my podcast.

Ugh.

With a groan, I turn back to my research for the next episode and scold myself all over again.

I can’t believe I agreed to this.

Opening the podcast up to listener suggestions was a last ditch effort to keep it afloat.

Not that I’m in it for fame or notoriety. That’s actually the last thing I want to happen, but when my followers took a nosedive into the low double digits, I had to do something.

Allowing listeners to send in words or excerpts for analysis was a good idea, I thought. One supported by the way ratings picked up again, and I felt a lot better about things.

Then I got that email.

Zia.

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