Feminine Fantasy, Derailed
So I was on this random Tumblr and I saw this guy talking about the stuff his lady said to him as he was waking up one morning:
“What if I don’t let you fuck me any more?” she asked one morning.
“I suppose we won’t have sex,” I said, still half asleep.
“Would you like that? We could just make out like teenagers.”
“I think teenagers fuck now.”
“Well we could make out like teenagers who don’t fuck. We could kiss for hours, and you could get excited about taking off my bra again. We could run our fingers along the elastic of our underwear as if we’re afraid the other might say no. I could rub you through your jeans and you could struggle with how to ask me to do more. It would be cute.”
“Could I touch you?”
“Maybe after an hour or two. Once we’ve kissed long enough…
And she went on like that, for five more paragraphs. A sweet fantasy I suppose, and a common one, but it never would have gotten that far at my house.
“What if I don’t let you fuck me any more?”
“So what you’re saying is, you need a good hard caning?”
Next conversation…
LOL We both know I’d never suggest such a thing seriously, but if that’s what you’re offering…But nooooo, I couldn’t say it with a straight face anyway. :-D
Kisses!
Bethie