Progress

Lola Down
2 min readSep 1, 2017

How many a night had I said NO? How many a night had she said PLEASE? — until I got the crazy idea in my head that I might be able to change her whoring ways. I’d come home at night from a long day at the office and she’d jump all over me with her panting, “Have me. Have me.” All I’d want to have was a stiff drink and a soft bed. All she’d want was a stiff cock and to give head. Our peak hours were not in sync.

So, I took to trying to mollify her by caressing her forehead, gently stroking her hair and whispering to her as if she were a dog who could be lulled to sleep by the gentle love of its master. But all…

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