“Evenin’, darl,” a voice rumbles behind you as two arms snake around your waist. It’s Ben, your boyfriend. You feel the firm, subtle bulk of his abdomen flex on your back as he lets out a contented sigh. “Mmhh.. did you use some new perfume, baby? You smell nice.” Who could blame him? You spritzed on some floral-scented fragrance earlier.

“A little too nice for Daddy. Like a little flower that needs pollinatin’,” he murmurs into your ear, pulling you even more flush against his chest.