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I kept up my self-imposed abstinence — denying Lo her favorite toy — and I couldn’t tell if I was succeeding in wooing Lo back to me or accomplishing a self-fulfilling prophesy that Lo would fall for Hunter. Was my refusing to fuck Lo only fanning her fire for Hunter? She was sending me mixed messages. Yes, it’s true that one night, lying on our pillows — she naked, I in my pajamas for protection — she said to me, “It’s beddy time.”
“It’s sleepy time,” I responded, knowing full well what she wanted from “beddy time.”
“Just a little. Make out with me. That’s all.”
“Making out always leads to bad things.”
“No, it will lead to many, many good. . . things.”
“Sweety, you came like four times. . . just this afternoon!”
“Yeah? So what? I do that every day.”
“I came twice, half as much as you. . . in the past fortnight.”
“So?! We can improve those stats,” she said as she grabbed my cock under the sheets. “Oh, Daddy, it’s growing,” she whispered with astonishment.
“Of course it’s growing, you’re rubbing it.”
“Is it like a magic lantern?”
“Yeah, just like a magic lantern.”