Struggle

Sometimes she can’t do it. She can push past her nervousness and shyness. Luckily we have figured out a language of looks and lips and whispered prompts.

Sometimes she asks me to take it. She likes it that way. Sometimes there are rules. “Take it, but ask before you fuck me,” she whispers. It’s confusing, but she is worth it.

Then the game we play in bed is tied up and combined with the game in my head. Teasing her as I tease myself.

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