As I sat in bed, reading my book, Lo was lying next to me, climaxing to the sensation of her fingers between her legs and who-knows-what thoughts in her mind. When she was done, I asked her, “What were you thinking about?”
“If you’re not going to fuck me, I’m not going to tell you.”
“Well, Lo, I’m not going to fuck you. I came twice today and you should know by now what the implications of that are…