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“Good morning. Oh, god, what a night. I…uh, …oh, god, I’m sor…”“Come here.”
“Uh…”
“I said come here.”
Gulp.
“Take your panties off.”
“What? No.”
“Take them off. Right now.”
“Why are you doing this? Yuck.”
“It’s what men do in the mornings. It’s time. Take them off.”
“The window’s open.”
“Doesn’t matter. No one’s up. Do it. No, don’t turn away from me. That’s better. Do you want some lube?”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Now.”
“I have to pee.”
“This first. Lie down.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can. And I want you to.”
“…”
“Come on. Won’t take long.”
“Can I still get the lube?”
“Better hurry.”
“Am I going to put it on you?”
“No, put it in you.”
“God, it’s cold.”
“Ready? Lie back. There. Oh, yeah. Aahhh. Mmmm. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh! Uhhhh.”
“Wait. What? That was it?”
“Umm hmm. Thank you, baby.”
“You’re kidding, right? That’s all it took?”
“You were complaining that I was taking too long.”
“Yeah, but, this, I, no, oh, oh god. Hhh. I don’t think this is what I had in mind.”
“Want some coffee?”
“Uh, sure. How often do you do this?”
“Damn near every day. Why?”
“I don’t…really? I mean, I’m right here, all the time.”
“My point exactly. But you don’t want it that much.”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“Oh, really?”
“Well, what do you think I am? Frigid?”
“Well, you’re not in the mood very much any more.”
“Women work different than guys. How often do I have to tell you that?”
“Well, won’t this solve the problem? I’ll get myself ready when I need it and you just be there for the finish.”
“Murmph. Hey, when do I get to?”
“Hmm?”
“You…you know.”
“Whenever you want.”
“Well, what if I want it right now? Hmmm? How would you like it?”
“Well, yeah, sure. Lie back down. Come on. Let me just get down here like this, Mmmm. Like this?”
“Ohhh, what if I want…ohhh…”
“Hmmm?”
“Maybe I want…mmm…come on, big boy.”
“Hmmm? Well, that’s gonna take a little while. You know. I’m uh, kinda out, at the moment.”
“Do it anyway. Put out. Perform.”
“What if I do this? Or this?”
“Mmm, uhh…no, no, stop. Stop. Screw it. This isn’t going to work. Get up. Come on, get off me.”
“You sure?”
“I still have to pee.”
“Sure. We can pick it up when you get done.”
“What if I…”
“Hmm?”
“Never mind. Pervert. I…I don’t think I like this.”
“And what would you suggest?”
“…I need a shower.”
“Want me to join you?”
“God, no. Where’s my coffee?”
“So what do you think about?”
“Hmm?”
“This morning. Before I got up. What were you thinking about?”
“Well, obviously. The obvious.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. It’s not obvious.”
“Uuhhh…”
“Because you know I can see it. When we are…you know…and I get done before you. When you take too long.”
“See what?”
“I can see you’re not there with me. You aren’t thinking about me. Or what we’re doing.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Of course I’m thinking of you. Even this morning.”
“Well, that’s sweet, but it’s not true.”
“Actually, yes it is. You, you, you.”
“No…wait. It’s…something else. You’re thinking of…doing something else to me. Aren’t you?”
“Well…ummm…”
“That’s it, isn’t it. You’re thinking of doing something to me. What is it?”
“…”
“Come on. You can tell me.”
“…You’ve…already said…no…”
“Huh? Wait. You mean…back…”
“No.”
“Shit, isn’t that what guys want? Oops. Ha.”
“Well, yeah, sure, I wouldn’t refuse that, but that’s not what I’m thinking about.”
“Oh. So you want…up…in my…m-m—”
“—I would never turn that down, either, and it has been a long time, you know. But that’s still—no.”
“Okay, you’ve lost me. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Well, it’s kinda like, wrong.”
“You mean…another—”
“No, I told you. No one else. Just you.”
“I don’t know. Tell me.”
“Uh, um, well…”
“Just say it.”
“Hfhfhfh. You know how you’re afraid to tell me about what you think about? You know, on this? I think it’s because you’re afraid I’m gonna say ‘oh yeah baby’, and then you’re committed. I’m afraid of the opposite.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’m afraid you’re gonna say ‘oh, no, you bastard’, and that’ll be it. We’ll be done.”
“You’re stalling.”
“Harumph. Okay. Hhh hhh. I think about—it’s…wrong. You know how this is all supposed to feel good? Kinda…the opposite. That’s what I think about”
“You want it to—”
“—Not me. You.”
“…”
“…Uh, yeah.”
“You mean…oh my god. I, uh-hh, that’s sick.”
“See? That’s what I was saying.”
“Jesus. Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you want to do that to me?”
“It’s a power thing.”
“Aww, was someone mean to you? Do you want me to go beat ‘em up? No, wait. That didn’t come out right.”
“Well, that’s just it. You’re the one that’s been disempowering me.”
“Oh, bullshit.”
“No, really. Every time you exercise your power to say ‘no’, you’re disavowing my needs. As being unnecessary, unworthy, regardless of what we do. And you’ve been saying ‘no’ far more than you’ve been saying ‘yes’ for quite some time now. So what do you think: is that making my need diminish, or escalate?”
“I have no idea what to say about that.”
“That’s just kinda the way it is. So, I guess we just drop it. Gotta run; talk to you later.”
“Wait. I said ‘yes’ this morning.”
“Yes, and that was good. Thank you.”
“Well?”
“You think that was enough?”
“…”
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“Hey.”“Hey.”
“C’mon.”
“Where we goin’?”
“You know.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Come here. Mmmm. Mmm. Right here. There. Ohhh. I like this.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Oh. Oh. God yeah. Do it. Do me. I wanna finish with you inside me. Uh. Yeah. Ohh…uh uh uh UH UH YEAH!! HH Hh hh hh…mmm. Mmmmm. Ohhhmmm. Yyyyeeaahhh. Mmmm. How’s that?”
“Aaaahhh. This was nice.”
“Aahh. Hhh. Wait. Wait. You—you didn’t. You didn’t finish.”
“Uh, no. No. That’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t—oh god—I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”
“Hm?”
Gulp. “O-okay. Do it. I—I mean it.”
“Hhhh.”
“Look at me. It…it’s okay. Do it. What you’ve been wanting.”
“…”
“…yes…”
“Uhh!”
“Aarrouughh. Hh hh hh hh. Was…was that enough? Hh hh.”
“It’s a start.”
“Oh god. Shit. Again.”
“You sure?”
“DO IT!”
“Uuhh!!”
“Uh! Enough yet? No? Again!”
“UUhh!”
“Aarrghh Aggain!”
“UUHh!!”
“AArrGgainn!”
“UUHH!!!”
“ARRUUHH!”
“UUUHHH!!!” UUHHH!!! UHH! UH! UHHAAAAAHHHHHH!!! HHhh! Hhh! Hh! Hh! Hh!”
“HH! Hh! Hh! hhhh hhhhh hhh hh h…ow…ow. Ow. Oh god. God god god god.”
“Aahh…you okay? ...Hey. All you alright?”
“Noo…ooww…”
“I’m…I’m sorry.”
“No, shut up—Ow—Hhhh. Isn’t the point here to—uuhh—not have to apologize for—oww— what we need? For what we give?”
“You’re—hhh—you’re right. Th-thank you.”
“No, that’s no good, either. Is it. Not, uhhhh, powerful enough.”
“True. True.”
“So. Oh, oh god. Was that along the lines of what you meant?”
“Yes, yes, it was.”
“Do we…do we have to do it like that every time?”
“Wouldn’t think so. Don’t really know how to answer that. Depends on how long it is between, probably. Have to admit, it’s quicker.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Let’s find out. Hold still.”
“Oh. Oh god. Uh. Uh. Oh, shit-fuck, that…huuhhhhrgrrgh hh hhh hhhh hhhHHHAAARRGH!!”
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