But he obstructed me with his body. “Why do you take things so seriously? Is it that bad for me to love s*x? And if I do, does it mean I am a s*x addict?”
I gestured, “How do I answer all that?”
“The last time I had s*x was before I caught my ex cheating. I do not care about women out there, and only love being intimate with my woman. You get it now?” he said and breathed out. “So lie back here…”
I shook my head, “I have to start getting ready to leave.”
“But you were staring at my joystick right now. Is it too big for your liking?”
This guy…
He says all this like it was nothing. Not ashamed, not feeling shy, and somehow I liked it, because I was that kind of person too. I liked to discuss my s*x life with my man, tell him how he moans, how I feel when he touches me, and if he was do
