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Drop by drop, the olive oil spread on the pan, its deep yellow color hiding on the black surface. The flame under the pan rose higher and soon after a garlic clove fell into the oil, tiny bubbles of air started forming at the edges. They would come to the surface, plop and disappear one after the other, moving the garlic clove with their rhythm. My thoughts fell into the pan, sinking in the oil until a passing bubble caught them up and brought them to fade on the surface. The garlic clove sizzling around kept stirring my thoughts, taking the worries one by one and bringing them up to the surface, to fade with a bubble.
The gym and its barbells clanking to the floor were a distant thought, so were the drops of sweat on my forehead as I would engage in the hardest workout to keep worries away from my mind. I could hear water splashing in the shower, the very reassuring sign that he was back and all was over.
My girl friend was at the gym last time I had been there, I saw her training. Well-muscled shoulders pushing a heavy ball to the wall, what a sight! Her thighs squatting as she caught the ball and pushed it back up. I loved the scent I found between them, especially when they closed around my head. It was like finding my perfect nest, to stay.
We had met again after that time and she was armed with a strap on, I was the very delighted victim then. Kneeling in front of another woman to suck her strap on, looking up and staring at the excited look on her face was one of the most arousing things I had ever done. Feeling the scent of her pussy so close, yet sucking a cock.
My pussy was so wet she didn't have to fuss much around before grabbing my hips and starting to fuck like mad. I loved the blind fury, the yells, the screams, it was like breaking a wild horse and yes, after three orgasms I was a better person indeed. We laid spent on the floor as she whispered to my ear that she wanted to try it on too.
Prawns fell in the oil one by one, curling their tails as they cooked through, a fishy scent expanding through the kitchen. I fried them briefly, taking them off the oil as soon as they became golden, bubbles still dancing on the crust as I fished each prawn out of the pan.
Lewis knew, one of the things that kept him in life too was wondering what naughtiness his wife could have been doing back home. "Fantasizing can save your life, did you know?"
My eyes caressed the last prawn in the oil; who knows if they had the chance for any naughtiness there with their captors too. I hadn't asked but no, probably not. The load he shot in my mouth in that first blow job at the little break we took from the hospital rules could be considered a proof.
Rules, yes there are rules, and where there's a rule there's a rule breaker.
The nurses must have forgotten about me, they were all chatting and chuckling in their office and the ward was quiet.
I had entered the ward genuinely as a visitor, just probably forgotten it was late and the nurses seemed to have forgotten about me as well. Sitting on the hard visitors' chair, I shifted position, Lewis smiled. "The bed is better than the chair."
"The nurses would have to kick me out in the morning." I paused. "I want you, as if nothing happened." I stopped thinking. "Just want you back, as normal."
"Come here." I fell in his arms, hugging him.
His touch was always comforting, whatever the situation. I knew I could trust him, whether it was a wild and odd sex experiment or a plain hug, I knew I could trust Lewis. As odd as it could sound, we were in love like two teens. In the dim light I could see the other two guys in the room were asleep, one facing the window, at the opposite side than Lewis's bed and one on his back, snoring.
