He looked at her inquisitively. Sex For a moment the rag disappeared from her face. There was no response. Her arousal exploded. ‘Thank you,’ she muttered. Rough and rapidly. ‘Now just a few more whiffs to finish the job.’ He shook a little bottle up and down and sprinkled some clear liquid drops onto the dirty rag, then he continued to push it into her face. He placed the rag over her face. He was dragging her along, she stumbled and found solid ground beneath her feet taking a few steps, then tripping again. He had been a good partner, he was a good person, she loved him deeply, they just weren’t compatible sexually and it started to affect the rest of the relationship. She still felt sad, even though she was the one that decided she didn’t want to go on. He moaned. She was about to pass out, but she didn’t care, when she woke up Dave would be there. She frowned and tried to remember, yet somehow she couldn’t. There’s two more days to come cupcake.’ Her orgasm kept on flowing. Fresh air. The smelly rag spreading his fumes into her mouth and nostrils. She wanted to push the palm of her hand against her forehead, but her arm couldn’t move.
