We argued a lot over the next forty hours. That, and a plenty of s*x too.
It's funny how aggressive I was, debating every single point he raised when it came to his arguments why we should try again, and I seemed to win with my rebuttals.
Then again when he made my toes curled with his tongue, or fingers, or uhm the needle, I was like this weak little Nemo who submitted to the sharks, willing to be eaten alive without giving much fight.
I always, always forgot about what we were arguing about when I was in the heat of the moment. Only until the adrenaline was gone, I finally managed to think straight again. But it would be too late, because I was already thoroughly f****d by then.
And that's how he gets what he wishes for, such as dragging the three days to one week; "Just in case," wa
