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“How completely utterly, stupidly, wonderfully perfect of that big ox of a Scotsman. He’s not as scary as he looks. In fact, he’s a big cuddly teddy bear, isn’t he, you precious babies?”
Mac apparently loses all ability to communicate the moment I slick my tongue around his tip and then suck him hard between my lips like a lollypop. I glance up, and the look he’s shooting down on me isn’t one of a student and a teacher. It’s pure, unbridled lust.
“No. I use body lotion on my face sometimes.” Maybe semen is like an anti-aging cream no one talks about? “Freya! Body lotion is horrible for your pores.” What about semen? I think to myself and then shake my head and shrug. “Freckles are surprisingly resilient.”
“Do sexually experienced people have a sixth sense about ex-virgins?”
She glances around nervously before leaning up to whisper, “Like, can they sense I had sex in the way police dogs can smell drugs?”
I level her with a hard glower. “Freya, I’m Scottish. I was born with a stiffy.”
“Are you Scottish, lass?” “Cornish, I’m afraid.” Fergus blanches. “How did you get past Hadrian’s wall? It’s meant to keep folks like you out of our country.”
Why bother with real-life romance when you have Netflix? And the fact that I’m turning thirty in a couple of months just means that I have disposable income for the high definition Netflix. And I can watch it in multiple locations.
