My body tenses as I wonder if they’ll ask me if I’m one of those kinds of asexuals. That would be overstepping so many boundaries and would require an immediate block. Sure, I could have done that already but some part of me hasn’t wanted to yet and that part of me is apparently also made up of my most stubborn atoms. I also start to feel a little guilty. Because I am an asexual who does like and want orgasms, albeit at my own doing and only under certain circumstances. I find my eyes drift to my bedside table, where my vibrator lives, as the guilt starts to gnaw at my insides.
Out of the corner of my gaze, I notice another text bubble pop up.
That’s their reply.I’m right.That’s it.
Wait.That’s it?
I text before I can stop myself.
I shouldn’t send what I send next. I really, really, really shouldn’t. I don’t owe them this but for some reason I can’t name or get a grip on, I give it to them.
I should let it go. I know I should. They’ve conceded they were wrong. I should just take the win and close this conversation and get my backside in the shower.
But I don’t. Instead, I type.
I study my nails as I wait for their reply.
I scoff again.
And that silences me. My lips press together. I look away from the phone and start to think about how I can end this conversation. Because surely, it has to end. But they’ve sent another message before I can think of an appropriate way.
I don’t reply. I put my phone down and walk to my en suite bathroom. I get undressed, dropping my clothes in the strawhamper in one corner of the room. Naked, I step into my shower and let the rainfall soothe away some of the aches and tiredness acquired from work and travel. I wash my body and my hair. I exfoliate every inch of my skin with a natural sea loofah. I do half of my skincare, taking advantage of the steam.
And I do all of it wondering what the hell I should reply to ElBaby. No, Loncey.
When I go and pick up my phone, I’m wrapped up in my plush towelling robe, another towel crafted into a turban on my head. I ignore all the other notifications that fill the screen when I open my phone and the app. I open up my conversation with Loncey.
I type out and send.
LIBRA SEASON
“Happiness is within your reach. Surround yourself with like-minded growth-centric people, or conversely with those who are different so you can challenge and learn from each other.”
Chapter Seven
Loncey
“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me harder. Harder!” Harley calls out as she looks over her shoulder at me and I slam into her from behind.
Jesus, Harley,I say to myself and feel my jaw harden to the point where it hurts.I’ve told you about calling me Daddy. I fucking hateit.
Whack!A hand claps down on the side of her face.
“Did I tell you you could take your mouth off my cock?” Miko grabs the back of her head, pulling at the roots of her hair, and forces her mouth back on his silicone dick. She’s sucking hard on it instantly, her cheeks hollowing out.
