Competition
She let him make love to her the first night and he told her that he would do this every single night for the rest of her life. She let him make love to her the next night, but it had already become some kind of contest in his mind about whether or not he could do this exactly as well as the night before. She let him make love to her the third night, but she was no longer there inside her body. Instead, she was watching from a safe distance—sitting next to the dog, catching her breath.
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The place else could I am getting that kind of info written in such an ideal means?
Good story. I like stories that show awareness
without telling us what awareness. Write on.
A mighty thrilling story told in such few words
Thanks for writing and sharing this story, Meg. So much in such a short piece. Fantastic!
This is lovely.
Great short-short, Meg. Last line is a killer.
Another piece of brilliance from Meg. They just keep coming.
You are a sweetheart. And yours too, Paul. Many thanks.