I sniffed the air with a drool, smelling that delicious roast turkey that my dad was cooking up. It was a family recipe that we had used every Thanksgiving. Dad had never even tried to deviate from it since my mom passed when I was not even a year old. My dad told me it was hers, and cooking the turkey her way made it feel like she was back home for the Holidays. My dad valued that family time more than anything.

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One of my buddies from the team had asked me to stay over all weekend. What the fuck was wrong with me. But there he was, I was drawn to him. I wanted to smell him, put my hand on him, hold him close.

I was still high with all the endorphins charging through my body but I had deliberately denied myself an orgasm because I wanted to make the most of the rest of the evening. He was so easy to talk to and I plied him with Italian sparkling wine during dinner. Well, it seemed appropriate somehow.