“How do you like it, bitch…” I mumbled as I got off her. She was still the same, charming, person she had been before. Sex I was looking for anything to distract my attention. I turned her head so that she was looking at me. I decided the next day would be the day. “Do you mean…like…do this, again?”
“Well, not this, we could probably do without the handcuffs and duct tape.” She said with a small smirk
“But like…” I was having trouble actually saying what I was thinking. “Bottom line is, it might be weird the way I chose to do it, but it was a little odd how you chose to show you did in fact want it.”
“Hey!” I started, trying to think of how to defend myself…
“It doesn’t matter,” she continued before I could think of anything “Bottom line is we’re both interested, twisted as it is but who cares.”
“I don’t get it…” I said “Why would you even want to do…”
She answered before I could finish “Because, it’s complicated Nicky, I have some strange fetishes I guess, but I mean, what’s the harm?”
I was silent for a moment, and then my thoughts started racing… ‘Is she saying she wants to have sex with me, regularly?’ The thought got me excited, it was kinky, and the idea really turned me on.
