Pound

Posted on August 9, 2017 by Lola Down

Pound

“Don’t hug her, hug me!” Lola demands, picking up my pillow and chucking it across the room.

“Jealous much? It’s a pillow, not a mistress.”

“Yeah, well, hug me, damn it.”

I cuddle up with her naked body. I grab her by the curves just under her bellybutton and just above her puss. I squeeze it.

“Stop,” she says.

“I love this part of you. It’s my favorite.”

“Is it a FUPA?”

“A what?”

“Fat Upper Pussy Area?”

“If you want to call it that.”

“No, I don’t want to call it that!”

“You brought it up.”

“Cause you’re kneading me like dough.”

“Cause I knead you. Get it? I ‘knead’ you?”

“Yeah, I get it. I still don’t like it.”

“Why?”

“I put on a pound or two.”

“And, if you ask me, you could put on a pound or two more. I find you incredibly sexy!”

“You find my fat incredibly sexy.”

“I find all of you incredibly sexy. What difference does it make what turns me on?”

She reaches down to feel me between my legs.

“Also, your pecker here was protruding into me all night,” she says.

“I know,” I say, “I was hard all night.”

“Then why didn’t you fuck me?”

“Because you were asleep.”

“First, so? And second, it would have been preferable to this –” She demonstrates by rubbing her hands up and down my chest rapidly.

“I did not do that to you all night.”

“Wanna bet?”

“I was asleep.”

“Well, I have come to the conclusion that the only reason you have such strong biceps is from all of this motion you do all night long.” She performs the curling motion of her arm going up and down my chest.

“You may be right,” I humbly admit.

She reaches down between my legs again. “Feels like that must hurt.”

“Yeah,” I say.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. Use me. Go on. Get your rocks off. Get it all out of your system.”

She spreads her legs and reaches down with two hands and spreads something even more intimate.

“You look good.”

“Fuck me,” she commands.

I slide into her wet and waiting hole. It didn’t take long before I pull out and, grabbing my cock, cum on her face.

“Feel better?” she asks, looking up at me.

“Much.”

I get up and clean up. I eat breakfast and after breakfast I hear Lo calling me from the bedroom. “Come!”

“Are you summoning me or giving me a real-time account of your activities?”

“Come!” is all I hear in response. I follow the sounds and find her as I left her – naked and spread on the bed.

“Cuddle me, Daddy,” she says in her little-girl voice.

“Lo, I have to. . .”

“Just get into bed and hold me while I use my Hitachi.”

I climb into bed next to her, fully clothed, and hold her. She puts the machine between her legs.

“I’m sorry you didn’t cum earlier,” I whisper to her.

“Oh, I did.”

“Really? I didn’t even hear you.” That was unusual.

“Yeah, well, I held it in because I was mad at you. I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction.”

“Why?”

“Cause I was mad at you.”

“I can’t believe you came. I was so fast.”

“It turns me on when you pound me furiously, using me to get your rocks off. I like being your fuck-toy.”

“Mine and everyone else’s.”

“Now shut up. I’m trying to masturbate.”

“You know what I was thinking about when I came?” No answer. All I hear is the soothing hum of her Hitachi. “I was thinking about you and me going on our vacation next month, finding that nude beach and walking down it together. All the guys would see you in your birthday-bathing-suit and you’d lead them on. They’d follow us and, as you’re lying on your blanket, you’d encourage them to jack it over you. There’d be about six of them and they’d be jackin’ it to your naked body. All of them would cum on you. Some two at a time, some taking turns. You’d be covered in jizz and then you’d proudly get up and walk slowly across the sand into the water to wash off.”

She clicks the Magic Wand into high gear and says, “Shhhhh. No talking. No talking while masturbating.” And then she cums and cums hard. Her knees shoot up into the air and she squeezes her legs together tightly.

I hold her as her whole body convulses and she lets out a stream of expletives. Then I get naked and push her knees apart. “What are you doing?”

“I’m about to fuck you,” I say.

“But. . .”

“But what?”

“But I just came.”

“I know that. That’s why I’m going to fuck you.”

She no longer resists. I try to penetrate her, but find I can’t. “Is that the right spot?” I ask.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’re so tight. I thought it was your ass.”

“I’m tight because I stopped my squirting. I didn’t want to squirt. I just changed the sheets.”

“Well, let me in.”

“Push and push hard,” she says.

I do as she commands and cannot believe the resistance I’m met with. Once I am fully enveloped by her, I say, “That’s better.” It’s as if a switch had gone off and she went from snug and still to stretched and swashing. She cums again, harder than before. I pull out, dripping wet from her.

“Aren’t you going to cum?” she asks, perplexed.

“No, darling. That was all for you.”

“Please,” she begs. “Cum on me just like you described those guys on the beach cumming on me. Stand over me, you letch, and jack off hard to my naked body.”

I stand up on the bed and grab my manhood and stroke it furiously. Her natural lubricant is all I need. Her fingers are pulling at her pussy lips as she says salacious things to me. “You like? You like my pussy? You want it old man? You think you could satisfy me?”

I see her looking up at me, enjoying what she sees. She continues to talk dirty.

“You know what I was thinking about when I came?” she asks. “I was thinking that I wish that there was a way to go to the local animal shelter and say, ‘Do you have any unneutered dogs that need to get their rocks off?’ They’d lead me to a special room where women can go to be mounted. They’d let in one, two, ten dogs, depending on how much I want to volunteer. I’d get naked and on my knees and. . .”

Before her words form images in my mind, I cum like rain down on her tits, her chest, her neck, her face. Just the sound of her words are enough.

“That’s it,” she says as her hand reaches up to touch my balls, feeling them as I ejaculate. “That’s it. Unload. Feel better? Good dog. Now get back to the pound where you belong.”

Masturbation Monday: Creative Writing and Performance Art

Posted on July 3, 2017 by Lola Down

Creative Writing and Performance Art

I heard her typing as she sat across the couch from me, but I also heard her moaning.

“Lo,” I asked, looking over the brim of my book, “what are you up to?”

“Oh nothing, Daddy,” she said, but the biting of her lip that followed her response belied her words.

Now I looked more carefully. Her hand was shifting from her computer keyboard to her crotch. (She reclined on the couch in just her oversized nightshirt.)

“Care to share?” I asked.

“In just a moment,” she said, typing and masturbating in turn.

When she finally came – pressing her legs together tightly so as not to ejaculate – she slammed the laptop closed and then looked at me, blushing and panting.

“Yes?” I inquired. “Can I help you?”

“You sure can,” she said, getting up and commanding me from her standing position to march into the bedroom. She lifted the shirt that draped over her butt, revealing her sweet ass to me as she wiggled it enticingly.

I placed my bookmark between the pages and got up, knowing I was expected to perform. Lo’s masturbatory exercises are more often than not just a warm-up for sex and her two or three orgasms that result from the sex are just a warm-up for her next masturbatory session. In logic we call it a ‘vaginal-circle.’

Once horizontal in the bed, I asked her what this was all about as I aligned my cock with the opening between her legs and began to slide in.

“Don’t you believe in foreplay anymore?” she asked as she squeezed her tits and pulled on her nipples, extending them as far as they would stretch.

“What was your solo session on the couch just now if not foreplay?”

“Look,” she said, very demandingly, “look at these.” She indicated her chest by taking her tits in her hands and squeezing them hard and pointing her nipples at me. “Many men – and women – would love this rack in their face.”

“I see,” I said, impressed by her impertinence. “And you too seem to enjoy them – enough for both of us!”

“Well, what are they for if not enjoying? Here,” she said, pulling my hands to her nipples, “pinch, twist, pull. Repeat.”

I humored her for a while as she moaned. My fondling her breasts freed up her hands to pinch, twist, pull and repeat on her pussy lips – something that gets her very aroused.

“You may pet my ass now,” she said, rolling onto her tum and raising her bum in the air.

I slapped her ass hard and said, “That’s so you’ll come to your senses.”

“I cum to a lot of things. Cumming to my senses is one, but cumming to your cock is more fun.”

“Then let me have you.”

“No. Not just yet, Daddio. Play with my ass,” she implored, grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands and showing me exactly the spot she wanted touched. I obliged. “Mmmm, yeah,” she cooed. “I wish you could take a picture of that so I could see it.”

“You need one of those extension poles people carry with them nowadays,” I said, not knowing the proper terminology.

“It’s called a selfie stick.”

“Selfie stick? Don’t you have a few of those under the bed?”

“Ha!” she chuckled, “Don’t make me laugh. Not now. I want to. . .” She came, squirting downward on the bed. The combination of the gentle caress of my finger rounding her target and laughing broke the dam. “Finger me, Daddio. Feel how wet I am.”

“Lo, I see how wet you are. Let me feel you with my cock. I’ll put in my dipstick and give you a more accurate reading of your fluids.”

“Oh, Daddy. Why do you use such horrid metaphors?”

“Because, my dear, you’re like a BMW – it’s not the price, it’s the maintenance that will get you.”

“OK,” she said, flipping over onto her back, spreading her legs wide, looking up at me. “How can I deny that raging rod? Get in me and I’ll tell you what I was up to on the couch.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I was stem-to-stern in, our faces cheek-to-jowl. She whispered in my ear:

Another hotwife found our blog and reached out to me. She’s married to a fifty-year-old and she’s in her thirties. She’s ‘very bi,’ as she says, and eager to be with a woman again. And not just any woman, but a woman like me – dominant, sub, sexy, femme, who can give and take a giant cock. She wants us to get together and I was just telling her how I fantasize it would happen. After drinks in a hotel lobby, we’d go up to the hotel room. Since her man is older than you (twice my age, in fact) and you’re older than she and she’s older by ten years than I, the three of you would marvel at me – this young meat. You’d all be salivating, wondering who would get to have me first. But I would have it all planned out.

In the hotel room I’d stand still in my heels, blouse, and short skirt. I’d tell you that each of you gets to remove one article of clothing. Only one. We’d go in age order – youngest to oldest – and so she’d begin by slowly unbuttoning my blouse as I stood stone still. One-by-one she’d undo the buttons until my blouse was wide open and then she’d slowly undo the buttons of the cuffs and ever-so-gently guide my arms out of the sleeves until I was standing in nothing but my bra on top.

Then it would be your turn. You’d look me up and down and consider, ‘Shoes? Blouse? Bra?’ Generous guy that you are, you’d let them have the choice articles, so you’d go for unzipping my blouse and letting it fall to the floor around my feet. I’d continue to be unmoving, like a manikin.

Then the older gent would have to pick – bra or panties? Being a gentleman, he’d go for the bra and carefully unclasp it from the back. His trembling hands would slowly, reverently pull down my shoulder straps and, thinking the bra would fall, he’d step back to watch his handiwork. But I’d use my arms to keep it up so that he’d have to tug on it a bit to get it fully off of my torso.

Then it would be her turn again and she’d get on her knees and, using her long, delicate fingers, she’d pull down my thong little-by-little until it fell around my ankles.

I’d continue to stand still and say, in the same order, you may touch, pull, squeeze, grope, kiss – whatever you want. It would all be very Marina Abramovic. It would be your turn and so you’d come right up to me and kiss me on the lips, whispering, ‘I love you.’

Then it would be his turn and, thoroughly loving my young, perky tits, he’d cup them, caress them, hold them, squeeze them, pull on the nipples. He’d step back, letting his wife approach. She’d again get down on her knees and she’d ever-so-slightly kiss my pussy as her hands reached behind me and grabbed my ass.

This would go on for some time as each of you enjoy whichever part of me you wish. Then I’d say, ‘Put me on the bed.’ The three of you would lift me and smoothly place me on my back on the bed. I’d spread my legs and, since it would be her turn, I’d call her to me to place her face there and eat me out.

Next it would be your turn and you would go in, but only for a moment, before I’d say, ‘That’s all for you, HH.’

Then it would be his turn. He would be allowed to penetrate me, but he’d have to wear a condom that his wife would put on – her hands pulling the ring down the shaft of his cock and pointing him right into me. He’d have a good go at me for a while.

After each of you had a turn with me on my back, I’d turn over and get on all fours. By this time she would have her strap-on fully in place and she’d fuck me good and hard from behind. Then it would be your turn again, and finally his. I’m sure I’d cum multiple times through this exquisite torture. Finally, when I felt I couldn’t take it any longer, I’d flip over onto my back again and I’d have her get on her knees at the foot of the bed and eat me out while the two of you jacked it over my open mouth until you both came over me in unison.

The whole time she was telling me this story, I was barely moving inside her for fear of interrupting her lovely imaginings with my orgasm. But that didn’t stop her from cumming and cumming again, each time having to take deep breaths before continuing her story.

“Is that what you were writing?”

“Yes, Daddy. I know I’m bad.”

“And this admirer of yours?”

“She told me it made her cum a lot.”

“So, she wants to get together?”

“Yes.”

“And him?”

“I assume so.”

“And you?”

“I can’t wait.”

“So, this is your way of asking permission?”

“No, this is my way of telling you what’s going to happen.”

“So you want me to cum on your face.”

“Yes. Badly.”

“Now.”

“Always.”

“That would prove difficult. How about we start with now?”

“Yes.”

I pulled out and got on my knees next to her and she reached up, grabbed my cock, stroked it and it only needed one or two caresses of her hand before, seeing her open mouth, I shot like a bottle rocket. The first spurt went clear across the bed. She readjusted the aim and pulled my cock down towards her face and managed to get covered with the second, third, and fourth rounds.

“Had your fill?” I asked as she began to clean up.

“Did I ever tell you my bukkake fantasies?”

“Lo, I’m not up for any more fantasies tonight,” I said.

She grabbed my limp dick and said, “I can see that. That’s why I have bukkake fantasies,” and she reached under the bed to pull out her toy box.

Sexy Shorts: Thirty Seconds of Pure Magic

Posted on May 7, 2017 by Lola Down

Thirty Seconds of Pure Magic

I walk into the bedroom and find her with her knees up under the sheets. She looks at me, guilt all over her face.

“What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing.”

I rip the sheets down and find her Hitachi lying next to her.

“Nothing, eh?”

“Well, nothing anymore.”

I reach over and grab her cell phone. “Let’s see what you were looking at.”

She tries to grab it back from me, her naked body tackling me as she clamors for me to return it to her; her arms stretching, reaching to get it. With my left hand I keep her at bay and with my right I rifle through her browsing history. I find the evidence.

“Nothing, eh?” I ask again as the video plays.

She lies down in the bed again and spreads her legs. “Come here, Daddio.”

“No,” I say, watching the video.

“Come here and hug me,” she asks in her little girl voice.

I lean over and hug her. I try to get my hips between her legs.

“No no!” she says. “I have to go to work.”

“You had enough time for Mr. Hitachi here,” I say, picking up her Magic Wand.

“Yes, but that only took thirty seconds.”

“So, you’re saying I can’t make you climax in under thirty seconds? I’ve never been more insulted in my life!”

I get up from the bed.

“Pull it out. Let me see it,” she says, delighting in her teasing of me.

I comply with her wishes.

“Mmmmm,” she says.

“Well, too bad, you don’t have enough time for me – only for your machines.”

“I like thinking that you’ll go through your day hard-up for me.”

“Better watch out, I might find me a fembot and fuck the sprockets out of her.”

Sin-esthesia

Posted on April 4, 2017 by Lola Down

Sin-esthesia

“Daddy, fuck me,” she said. I had been in bed for at least an hour before she joined me. I had read, trying to stay awake until she got home, but reading a book in a reclining position while sipping a whiskey at midnight on a Friday is simply not the best way to stay awake. I had fallen asleep sometime around 12:30. Lo was out with her friends. I hadn’t heard her come home or enter the bedroom. I hadn’t heard her remove her clothes, get ready for bed, or slip under the covers. All I heard was her whisper into my ear, “Daddy, fuck me.”

Some people say hello when they get home. Some people say good night when they get into bed. Some people don’t wake their partners when their partners are asleep and they come home in the a.m. But Lo says, “Daddy, fuck me.”

I don’t recall what inarticulate grunt of a response I made, but Lo was dismayed at the rebuff. Lo, being the extrovert that she is, gets energized from time out with friends. I, on the other hand, being an introvert, declined the invitation to go out with others.

Being fully aroused by her night out on the town, she was not nearly ready for sleep. She pulled out her phone and then I heard her talking to me again.

“Hunter wrote to me. He has a new girl. He sent me pictures. Do you want to see, Daddy?”

I didn’t respond. I heard her pull out her Hitachi. I heard the familiar buzz of its vibration.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, “she’s very hot. Oh, and he sent a few pics of him too. He’s grabbing his long cock. He says his new friend is eager to be with a woman and guess what Hunter is suggesting? That’s right, he wants me to join. What do you think of that? Would you be upset if I had a threesome with them? Would you feel left out if I went over there and got fucked by the two of them and you were all alone?”

I heard her put down the Magic Wand and tap out something. I rolled over.

“What are you telling him?” I asked.

“Oh, now you’re awake?”

“Thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What are you telling him?”

“I’m suggesting some times that we could meet. I’m also asking if he would build a milking table for us so that she and I could be under it sucking and tugging on his long cock.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

“Let me see,” I said, about the new girlfriend.

“No.”

“Let me see.”

“If you want to see, get behind me and fuck me. You can look over my shoulder. . . if you’re good.”

I grabbed my reading glasses from the nightstand and got up and slid right into Lo’s wet pussy.

“That’s it, Daddio. Get in there deep,” said Lo as she held up the phone and displayed the pics of Hunter’s new affair.

“You want her?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“You want to. . .” I didn’t even have time to finish my second question before Lo came with gusto.

“Fuck, I was horny!” she said. She fell forward into the pillow and slipped her pussy off of my shaft.

“You just used me,” I complained.

“So?”

“My cock was nothing more than a dildo or your Hitachi. A two minute orgasm. Isn’t that right?”

“Yep. But you were better than the dildo or Hitachi.”

“Only because with me, you had your hands free to look at Hunter’s pornographic pictures.”

“Right again.”

“And now that you woke me from a deep sleep, you’re going to leave me high and dry.”

“More like hard-up and wet, but yeah. I’m so tired all of the sudden.” She was already almost asleep.

“Unbelievable.”

“Jack it.”

“No.”

“Why not? You can cum on me.”

“No.”

“Please. I love it when you jack it.”

“You love it when anyone jacks it.”

“And when you cum on me.”

“You love it when anyone cums on you.”

“Hunter jacked it and came on me.”

“I know that.”

“Fine, if you don’t want to.”

“You’re really going to sleep.”

“I can’t help it. But I give you full permission to fuck me while I’m sleeping.”

“Oh, blanket consent, huh?”

She was asleep now. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. Her naked body next to me was too tempting. I slowly got behind her, put my warm body down on hers, and wiggled my way inside her still wet cunt. She didn’t move. She didn’t wake. I propped myself up on my elbows on the pillow and slowly slid back and forth inside her. I turned on her phone and saw the email from Hunter. He wrote to her, “Still turning heads and dropping pants, darlin’?”

She wrote back, “I’m still dropping my pants and giving head.”

Their banter went back-and-forth. I thought of what a little slut my girl was and as I did, I came deep inside her. I collapsed on the bed next to her and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, just prior to waking, I found my hands gliding gently over her naked skin, feeling the roundness of her bum and the curves of her breasts. As they hovered over the surface of her body, they transmitted to my dreaming mind an image, like a blind man reading braille.

This had the dual effect of making my cock stiff and waking Lo from her slumbers. She looked at me and I looked at her and said, “I love seeing you with my hands, feeling you with my eyes, caressing you with my tongue, evoking you through olfaction. I love to know you through our bodies. I love to get physical with you in my imagination.”

She said, “Well, how about you fuck me with your cock?”

“That works too!” I said as I got behind her and gave her what she wanted. As I slid in, she said that my caresses during the night gave her wild sex dreams. “I’m so wet!” she said. “All night I’ve been dreaming of people using me, fucking me, fucking every one of my holes. You, Hunter, his girlfriend, strangers.”

“Well, one of those happened,” I said.

“What?”

“You said I could fuck you even if you fell asleep.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I did.”

“You did?” she asked, and as the thought of it filled her mind, she came, gushing all over me.

Match, Cinder & Spark: Volume II – MORE! is now available for your e-reader!

Posted on March 1, 2017 by Lola Down

Match, Cinder & Spark: Volume II – MORE! is now available for your e-reader!

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Sexy Shorts: The Raunchy Game

Posted on November 25, 2016 by Lola Down

The Raunchy Game

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“I have an idea for a game I’d like to play,” I whispered to her as she lay next to me on her back, her legs spread and her Hitachi buzzing between them.

“What’s that?” she asked, opening her eyes for just a moment.

“I’ll tell you if you put that Magic Wand down and let me get between your legs.”

“Um. . . just a minute,” she said, clicking it into ‘hi-gear.’ Seconds later she was convulsing, clutching the sheets with a clenched hand as she struggled to hold the giant vibrating mechanism on her clit. Her jaw dropped and her breasts heaved with her gasps for air. After a minute, she clicked off the Hitachi, put it on the bed next to her and said, “OK, you’re turn. You can fuck me now.”

I climbed on top and was poised to penetrate her, but she said, “Wait, one sec.” She spread her legs and her right hand began slapping and diddling her pussy for a few faps and then she squirted a steady, high-pressure stream right onto my cock. I was impressed by her laser-like aim.

“Now?” I asked.

“Yes, now,” she said.

I slid right in and grasped her with my arms, putting my head down over her shoulder so my words were whispered right into her ear. As I slowly and lovingly slid in and out of her, I said, “The idea for my game is. . .”

“Get up there,” she interrupted, “and fuck me hard and fast!”

I was taken aback a bit, but I followed instructions. I got up on my knees, grabbed her ankles above my head, and began pounding away at her with my spear.

“My idea” I said in a much louder voice, “is called ‘The Raunchy Game’ and it’s played by each of us taking turns saying something raunchy to the other. The other person can say Red, Yellow, or Green to the first statement. Red means, ‘No way. Stop right there. Not a turn-on.’ ‘Yellow means, ‘You’re approaching my limits, but keep going. Let’s see where this leads.’ And Green means, ‘I like that. More please.’”

“Ah ha,” she said, followed by, “Harder. Deeper.”

She was just looking to get off and so I gave up on my game for the moment. I pounded her with all I had until she finally was cumming. She yelled, “Deep. Stay. There.” I lodged as far down her hole as I could plunge. I held it there, but felt the walls of her inner thighs closing in on my instrument. Tighter and tighter they pressed until, despite my best efforts, they squeezed me right out of her. Upon my involuntary departure, she convulsed again and tightened up into a self-contained ball as she emitted a ray of ejaculate once more.

When she was done, she looked up and said, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s ok.”

“I’m better now. Do you want to play that game?” she asked as she spread her legs again.

I repeated my actions of before, sliding into her slowly and descending to hold her. I was in a loving mood, not so much a fucking mood. I whispered in her ear again and said, “You go first.”

“Daddy, you know all of my raunchy fantasies already.”

“Just say something that you think I will find beyond the pale.”

“You first,” she said.

“OK, but before we begin, tell me what you were thinking about when you were masturbating just now.”

“You.”

“I know that’s not true. Tell me the truth.”

“No really, you.”

“Lo,” I said in my paternal way.

“OK, I was thinking of. . . it’s bad.”

“You see, this is exactly how we play the game. What was it?”

“I was thinking about Brian from work again.”

“Green.”

“I was thinking about how hard-up he is since he and his girlfriend broke up.”

“They broke up?”

“Yes. Didn’t I tell you?”

“No.”

“They broke up a while ago and he’s been visiting my office more and more frequently since then.”

“I bet you like that,” I said and I could feel her pussy clench upon my cock. “So what exactly were you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how I want him to lift up my skirt, bend me over my own desk in my own office, with the door open and the blinds on the windows wide open, and spank me.”

“Green.”

“I want him to spank me for being such a tease to him.”

“You’ve been a tease?”

She ignored the question.

“Then I want him to fuck me for all to see.”

I had to pull out. I grabbed my cock and shot spurts of cum all over her torso from her shoulder blades down to her clit.

“Nooooo!” she called, disappointed that I wouldn’t last to give her yet another orgasm.

As I was cleaning her up, she said, “Daddy, you didn’t even get to use your yellow card.”

“I know,” I said, very disappointed with myself.

“And I didn’t get to come a third time.”

Lately three has been the magic number for her. Without that third, earth-shattering orgasm, she feels sexually frustrated. “Blue-balls,” as she puts it.

I was back in bed, under the covers, drifting off to sleep and I could feel the bed vibrating as if it were one of those coin-operated beds in a cheap motel. I opened up one eye and saw her, on her side, her back to me, the blue glow of her phone illuminating the otherwise black room. I waited. And waited. And waited. After about half an hour, she finally coaxed out that last, hidden, cap-stone orgasm out of deep within her.

“Lo,” I said.

“Yes?”

“What were you looking at?”

“Just porn.”

“Tell me what it was.”

“It was bad.”

“What was it?”

“I was looking at Brian’s photos.”

Silence and then, “Are you mad, Daddy?”

I didn’t respond. I went to sleep and had many strange dreams.

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