20
Rue
For the next few days, Dryas can’t seem to get enough of me. How many places he has me… I lose count. In the living room, against the window. Up on top of the washing machine, while I am doing laundry. In the lavish upstairs bathtub, splashing water all over the floor before the bathtub is even full.
We try different positions too. Standing at the kitchen counter, me astride him on the living room floor, a particularly athletic moment of him carrying me and f*****g me at the same time.
He doesn’t try to count the number of times we’ve had s*x anymore or estimate the number of times I have been f****d. I can’t say how much I appreciate that, but it takes a weight from my shoulders.
Maybe he never has to know about Father Derrik. Maybe if I pretend hard enough for long enough, th
