#coaxing

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You’ve had those naughty desires all along. Those dark and naughty thoughts. You are just afraid to admit them. Afraid to share them. To try them. But I see right through you. I’m able to coax you into acting them out. Into showing those naughty thoughts. Those filthy desires. Corrupting your mind with every word I speak. Until you show me your filthiest and sluttiest self. A side you are barely able to show to others, but with me? That’s different. My corruption has already seeped in. You crave exploring that with me don’t you. You crave showing me that side of yours. It feels safe. It feels right. Submit. Just submit. And let me truly corrupt you.

At the bed and breakfast there was a chair that was not to be sat in. It was a blue, claw-footed, and decidedly very old armchair that Abraham Lincoln had supposedly sat in before his famous address during the war. The young couple kept taking turns daring and coaxing the other to sit in the chair when the proprietors of the bed and breakfast weren’t around. Neither of the couple, when put in the position of being coaxed, would sit in the chair though. No matter how hard the other pushed, prodded, or persuaded, neither of them would dare. Before bed, without knowing the other was doing the same, each would think about how the other wouldn’t sit in the chair. They both considered it a harmless disobedience. It was like both of them were resisting being seen how the other wanted them to be seen...

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