Danielle is ashamed

“I’m sorry for all this,” she says, pointing at the drawer. “I’m ashamed of this…”

“There’s no need for that, everyone has got their own fantasies,” you say.

“I know, but I should have told you,” she says as you see a tear streaming down her face.

“No need to cry,” you say as you hug her. “I love you. We’ll play out all of our fantasies as long as we both want to do so, okay?”

“Okay,” she sobs. “Thank you, Michael. I love you.”

“But can I ask you why you’re crying? It’s not like you’ve done something terribly wrong.”

“Because I feel like I hid something from you and I don’t want to have secrets for you.”

“Okay,” you start. “But that’s not all, is it?”

“No,” Danielle says as she looks into your eyes. “I used some of the toys while you were home. You know, when you needed to pack your stuff,” she explains. “And keeping that from you just feels like cheating.”

“Playing with yourself is not cheating, I would even encourage to play with yourself whenever I’m gone.”

“I know… so you’re not mad?” she asks.

“I’ll show you how I feel,” you say as you throw Danielle on the bed.