We have always talked a lot; and the silence that now reigns in the apartment is so sex-loaded that I like it slowly. It is so strong, almost irresistible. No matter how much I want it! Do I want him to do that again? He’s getting hard, I know it. He knows it and doesn’t move from the spot. I reach for my coffee and stare into it. Much sooner than you think! He nods. You want to play boys? The tension in the kitchen is palpable. The door behind my back opens, but I don’t move and close my eyes. It’s not particularly painful; but the need to lick the sharp substance is overwhelming. Am I afraid of him? Will he get out of my way? Surprisingly for myself, I realize that I will not. I wash tomatoes and start cutting them for the salad when Pao gives me his salad dressing to taste. A sex toy? Does he know that? My pulse quickens against my will.
