He looks down at his dick, limp, dripping. The condom is next to his knee, unopened. We never got that far.
I think, hey, maybe we can use it next time.
Until: ‘This never happens.’
And: ‘It’s because you’re too pretty.’
Then: ‘Shame I have a long refractory period.’
I wonder if he’ll offer to get me off, at least.
But: ‘I’m gonna shower.’
And: ‘I’m meeting some friends.’
Plus: ‘I’d invite you, but, you know.’
I don’t.
But: I hurry into my underwear.
And: I say it’s fine, I gotta go anyway.
Then: I cycle home, crying, face dripping.
I think, hey, maybe we can use it next time.
Until: ‘This never happens.’
And: ‘It’s because you’re too pretty.’
Then: ‘Shame I have a long refractory period.’
I wonder if he’ll offer to get me off, at least.
But: ‘I’m gonna shower.’
And: ‘I’m meeting some friends.’
Plus: ‘I’d invite you, but, you know.’
I don’t.
But: I hurry into my underwear.
And: I say it’s fine, I gotta go anyway.
Then: I cycle home, crying, face dripping.
