Dialogue

The light is dim in your room and we’re sitting there, each reading our own books, in our own little worlds, when you turn to me and say, “I like doing naughty things to you.”

I shiver. “What kinds of naughty things?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, what kinds of naughty things do I do to you?”

I pause. I don’t like saying any of these words out loud. “You….spank me.”

“That’s right. And what else do I do, when I’m feeling horny and want to use you?”

“You shove your penis into my mouth.”

“Almost. What do I do?”

“You shove your…cock into my mouth.”

“Ah, there it is. Now, what else do I do?”

“You tell me what to do, tell me to beg, and I do it, and I like it.”

“That’s right. Now, tell me what you want me to do right now.”

I pause. It’s harder when I’m not talking in the abstract, but in the here and now. But I am so deliciously wet and feeling so tingly and turned on that I say, “I want you to kiss me, and I want you to grab my ass, and I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

“I can do that."

And then you kiss me, and grab my ass, and fuck me. Hard.