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“Yes, but I want to hear you say it. Say ‘you were licking my pussy’.”
“Oh, God! I can’t.”
“You cuss like a sailor so I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s not the cursing. It’s the entire sentence.”
“Say it.”
Thevoice. I can’t help myself. “You were licking my pussy.” Ugh! I’m so humiliated. I want to crawl into a hole and die.
“Good girl.”
Humiliation exits stage left. ‘Good girl.’ Every time he says it, I feel the way I used to when I got a perfect score on a test. I want to hear it more often. “You’re going to turn me out.”
Despite my bravado, I’m not as experienced as he might think. I’ve had a few boyfriends but I haven’t had sex and I haven’t done much of anything else either.
“And you’re going to give me blue balls. I think my hand is going to become my best friend for the next six weeks.”
“You wanted to hear.”
“You don’t need to be scared, shy, or embarrassed with me. You can tell me anything.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“What are you doing today?”
“Nothing. It’s my day off.”
“I need to see you. Can I send for you later?” he asks eagerly.
“Yes. I want to see you, too.”
“I have some work to do, but I’ll call you when I have it all worked out.”
“Talk to you later.”
“Raven?”
“Hmm?”
“In your dream…did you come?”
Now his voice is more insistent, the huskiness returning.
“Yes.”
“Hard?”
“Very.”
“Jesus. I need another shower.”
I giggle as the image of him jerking off in the shower enters my mind. These six weeks need to hurry up and be over.
“Later, doll.”
“Bye.”
