‘I can’t believe there aren’t more confessions about Yusuf. Oh, the things I’d let that man do to me~

I want to watch him get dirty and oil up with no shirt, in the sun as he changes the oil to my car. I want to whimper like a harlot as he message my feet after a hard day at work or school. I want us to take a scorching, steamy shower together after we spend hours playing DDR. In the shower, I want him to soak down my back and wash the places that I could never reach by myself, in a sensual manner, not Wind Swipper style. Afterwards, I want him to lay some pillows in the living room and watch pillows in the living room and watch Games of Thrones with me. Before bed, I want him to read to me while scratching my back, a dirty trashy novel in his Middle Eastern accent, while making snarky commentaries. End of my fantasy.’