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I was disturbed from my dreams once or twice by a restless Lo, doing what Lo does when we’re in a fight.

The next morning, I awoke at five-thirty, as is my practice. When I got to the kitchen to make my coffee there was a little post-it note on the machine. “Turn me on,” it read. I flipped open the lid and saw it was full of water and fresh coffee grinds. I turned it on and it started brewing. I went back to the bedroom and crawled under the warm covers next to Lo. I caressed her naked ass again.

Her eyes opened and she looked at me. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“You left a note on the coffee maker. It said ‘Turn me on.’ I’m just trying to follow your instructions.”

A small smile came to her lips. She rolled on her back, spread her legs and said, “You always turn me on. That’s the problem.”

I got between her wet and waiting thighs and said, “I’m sorry for last night.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she said.

I followed instructions and she and I both came at the same time.

After I caught my breath, I said, “Would you like some coffee?”

“Would love some,” she said.

I brought two mugs full of steaming black coffee to the bed and sat next to her.

“You know, you woke me up last night,” I said.

“So why didn’t you fuck me then?”

“You didn’t get me up that much.”

“How about now?”

“How about it?”

“Are you up?”

“Let me finish my coffee and I may be.”

She pulled out her phone, turned it on. It was paused in the middle of a pornographic movie. She hit play. She turned on her tum and began fingering herself to the images.

I put my coffee down and got behind her. I was roused. I slid in. I penetrated her with her fingers still cupped up in her puss.

“You want it like that, don’t you?” I asked, referring to the double penetration presented on the hand-held screen.

“You know it,” she said.

She came again.

“Let’s make that happen,” I said as I slid out and sat up next to her again.

“I can’t wait,” she said, resting her head on my chest as I took another sip of coffee.

[Excerpt from the story, “Black Coffee in Bed,” from the blog:]

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