AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Kingsley:You used to jump down my throat for sport and now you’re telling me you don’t know your worth?
Aspen:I used to and still do, by the way, jump down your throat because you’re an antagonistic asshole and I refuse to be stomped upon.
Kingsley:That translates to a strong bitch, I mean witch. You’re also more intelligent than anyone I know and so stubborn that I’m often, or more accurately, always, tempted to hate-fuck you.
Aspen:What if I say no?
Kingsley:We both know your cunt and now your ass are in a polyamorous relationship with my dick. So your “no” is out of mere spite.
Aspen:I don’t want to have sex anymore.
Kingsley:Why not?
Because I want to see if he only wants me for that. If, aside from that, I mean little to nothing in his grand agenda.
Instead of saying that, I type.
Aspen:I just don’t want to. Are you okay with that?
Kingsley:Depends on the duration. An hour? Two? Worse, a day?
Aspen:A month.
Kingsley:What type of celibacy drug are you fucking on? Did you pick up a religion or something? Highly not recommended, by the way. Not only do they shame your precious Nietzsche, but all religions are anti-hedonist and should burn in hell.
Aspen:Is that a no?
Kingsley:No, it’s a what the fuck, Aspen? Why the hell would you want us to stop fucking like the best animals that ever roamed the planet for a whole thirty days? Are you physically hurt?
I’m emotionally hurt, bruised, and stomped upon, and I need this to try to pick up my pieces, but I don’t tell him that.
Aspen:No, I’m not, but I still want this. What’s your reply?
Kingsley:This is fucking blasphemy and you know it. I have never gone a whole month without having sex.
Aspen:So is that a no?
Kingsley:No, it’s not a no. I have no fucking clue what game you’re playing. But fine, let’s do this shit. Only penetrative sex?
Aspen:All sex.
Kingsley:Are you out of your fucking mind? What type of screwed-up torture method is that?
Aspen:Take it or leave it.
I can almost see his narrowed eyes and flared nostrils. Kingsley isn’t the type of man who can be pressured into doing anything, let alone be forced out of his comfort zone, and this is a true test of whether he wants me or my body.
Kingsley:And if I refuse?
Aspen:Then we’re over. You can go relieve your sexual urges with your side pieces. Namely, Britney. And I’ll go find myself a new dick.
My whole body tightens as I hit Send. That’s the last scenario I want. The thought of him with damn Britney or any other woman hurts my chest to the point of physical pain coupled with nausea.
Kingsley:Your jealousy is fucking cute and there will be no other dicks in the picture unless you’re ready to add first-degree murder to my résumé of fucked up. The only dick you’ll have is mine after the damn thirty days, witch.
A smile lifts my lips as I read and reread the text.
He…agreed.
