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Another reason I didn't care how she looked was that it was a tremendous relief to just be able to be smart with her and watch her more than hold her own. Brilliance can be attractive, and she's definitely brilliant. She's a world-class intellectual, and I don't mean that as hyperbole; I mean there's evidence to support my claim which I wish could share with you. And it's readily evident from her words.

We corresponded a few weeks, about one message each day, trying to impress each other with our mutual cleverness, of course, and apparently succeeding. I figured if the relationship never advanced beyond this it was still rewarding enough to continue. But eventually we did agree to meet for dinner at a restaurant. It didn't carry the potential of a date, but I figured at worst it would be an interesting conversation and a good meal, so why not?

I got there first and staked out a table, and few minutes later in walked a blindingly gorgeous young woman. She was graceful and athletic, but there was also a dollop of dorky in the mix. I remember thinking: It'll be interesting to see who this one sits with. After scanning the room with her eyes, she looked at me and smiled. What? And then she walked over to me. Huh? And addressed me by name.

Holy shit. This was her. This was the woman I had come to meet. And she was far more beautiful than any woman with whom I have ever had a conversation of more than a few seconds. I later learned she has a background not only in athletics but also dance, and yes, modeling, and all of that shows, so she has the objective merits nailed, if that's your thing. But more importantly for me her face and body push every button I have. She's as tall as me and she's my type. My mind is thoroughly blown.

We sat talking and eating and drinking, and it went on a lot longer than I would have predicted. About halfway through, I realized she has an adorable mannerism when she gets into talking about a topic that's important to her. She gesticulates and her lustrous long hair falls into her face and she doesn't push it aside because she is making an important point, and dammit, who has time to think about hair? Well I did, of course. I was only listening, not talking, and during that moment I realized I wished she were looking for something more than friendship. In fact, I started to think the chemistry thing might indeed get in the way of a friendship.

We both had other things to do later that evening, and the expectations for this meeting were limited anyway — it was not even a date — so we paid the bill and walked out to the parking lot, and when we got to my car I turned to her and said "This is me…" and thought to myself: Now is the moment you say the thing about how this was fun and maybe we should do it again some time. As I started to say words to that effect, she turned to me and stepped in close and looked into my eyes and… Was I still talking? Maybe. What was I saying? Who knows? And why would I still be talking when… And then suddenly we were in each other's arms, kissing, hands roaming, and it went on far longer than necessary for a first goodnight kiss. We stood in that cold parking lot more or less groping each other, tongues in each others' mouths, for probably two minutes. I was faint and dizzy with desire for her.

She broke our kiss and said "Let's… get in the car?" So I deftly unlocked it and opened the back door for her and we tumbled inside and became tangled in each others' limbs, kissing. Before long, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs to stroke my already semi-hard cock. If this was her idea of mere friendship, I was ready and willing to sign up. A second or two later, she had my cock so hard it almost hurt.

I pulled up her skirt and hooked my index finger into the leg-hole of her panties and pulled them aside to give my middle finger access to … Wow. I could sense how moist she was and I hadn't even touched her yet. I decided to start carefully anyway, teasing around her outer labia, and she moaned into my mouth at the contact. Soon, she reached over to direct my middle finger between her inner folds, dragging long strokes between them, and I discovered not only how she wanted me to touch her but why: Her pussy was already sopping wet. I gave her more of what she'd shown me and was rewarded with insistent moans.

I knew from our weeks of messaging we were closer to her office than her home, so after a few minutes of this I said "We should go to my place, huh?"

"Yes," she breathed, and nodded. We tried to keep our hands off each other enough so I could drive safely, but it was a difficult few minutes until we arrived. I couldn't believe any of this was happening, and I frankly felt things had spun just a little out of control in the best possible way, but I managed to avoid spoiling the moment by talking about it. I could't see any point in formalities when it was so clear what we both wanted to happen next, so I led her straight to the bedroom.

Before falling to the bed together, we feverishly undressed each other, leaving us in our underwear. We kissed and caressed for hours, and somewhere along the way we got completely naked. She turned out to be an enthusiastic cocksucker and I found the scent and taste of her pussy phenomenal, intoxicating, delectable. In fact, I hungrily swallowed as much of her cream as I could get, which I had never been inspired to do before. But I didn't write this blog entry to tell you about the foreplay.

I was on my back and she was lying atop my right side kissing me and slowly stroking my rigid erection with her right hand, lubed with her spit. My thighs were apart and she was pulling my cock up toward my chin so I could feel the air on my balls, and they felt full and heavy and ready to do their job. She broke our kiss to ask "Do you want me to suck you some more?"

"No," I said. "I want to be inside you. Right now." I used a deadly serious tone I could't remember using before. The words seemed involuntary, as if someone or something were using me as a puppet, but I also meant them completely. I had never before been so aroused.

Without missing a beat and keeping her eyes locked with mine, she sat up, laid back, spread her legs, and raised her knees. Her nipples were stiff with anticipation, her beautiful pussy folds glistened with her slick juices, and I could hear a little flutter in her breath. Quickly I found myself between her thighs, cock poised to enter her. She looked down between us and smiled a funny little smile which I now know to have been a mix of joy and awe at what was about to happen.

Not for one moment did I think about a condom. Not for one moment did I think to ask whether she were on any birth control. I did, however, think to myself: I clearly want this woman so badly that my rational mind is almost completely offline. And: This is clearly how babies get made. And then, as if sensing danger, some part of me in a loud mental voice shouted: "So what? I will seize this moment. I will fuck this woman and cum inside her." I was filled with a determination I had never felt before, though I have felt it many times since.

I grabbed my cock and dragged the head between her engorged inner labia, starting just above her entrance, then up and over her clit, and back down again, over and over, ever so slowly. Her eyes rolled up and she moaned loudly as stroke after stroke left my cockhead coated in her wetness. I knew I was leaking pre-cum and smearing it into her, but to me that only meant I was making her slicker, getting her more ready to fuck.

Although she didn't speak, the look on her face pleaded with me to enter her, so one last time I slid my cockhead down from her clit, between her warm, wet lips, and finally let it lodge just outside her entrance. I paused there to make sure I could see her face, and to my pleasure she locked eyes with me as I slowly but firmly opened her with my bare cock. I pushed into her drenched pussy, millimeter by millimeter, in one long, almost agonizing stroke. Her eyes grew wider as I drove deeper, and when I bottomed out in her I realized just how badly she had needed me to fuck her for this to have been possible.

My balls had come to rest against her ass, and they felt heavy and swollen with sperm, and before I could even finish asking myself whether she wanted me to shoot all that sperm in her as badly as I wanted to shoot it in her, I had my answer from that loud mental voice: "Thinking bad. Fuck her."

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I withdrew almost all the way from her pussy, which clung to me as if she were desperate to keep me inside her. When just the tip of my cock remained within, I slid back in, reveling in the sensation of being enveloped by her warm, welcoming folds and enjoying her amazed, euphoric expression. Although she still didn't speak, I could tell that, like me, she could scarcely believe what we were doing and it was actually more exciting for that.

As we fucked more urgently, my thoughts alternated between the exquisite feel of her bare pussy perfectly surrounding the length my bare shaft and the climax building behind and just below the root of my cock. On each downstroke, my balls slapped lightly against her ass, their fullness reminding me how much sperm I would soon release deep inside her. Though I knew what this might mean, it not only seemed like a risk worth taking but the risk itself added to the excitement; not knowing what might happen seemed true and right and natural and…

"Oh, God," I said. "Oh…" These were the only words available to me. I felt the imminence of my climax surge and I began to throw myself ever more deeply into her, the base of my straining cock stretching her pussy and grinding against her clit with each frantic thrust. The look on her face told me my fierceness was scaring her in a way she liked, and then I was cumming in her, powerfully spurting my sperm-rich semen deep inside her willing cunt. Spasm after spasm wracked my cock and balls in unison as I shot thick, strong jets of my potent seed against her cervix, bathing it. This was what I had been born to do; I could feel it.

As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed atop her, gasping heavily, and she enfolded me in her arms, clutching me to her, raining a flurry of kisses on my neck. I stayed as deep in her as I could, and when my cock finally stopped pumping my cum into her of its own accord, some instinct prompted me to consciously squeeze whatever remained deep inside of me out and into her where it belonged. She purred in my ear as she felt each soft pulse of my hard but still cock inside her.

We didn't speak of the risks we had just taken and the excitement they brought us.

I’ve never been one to keep my hands to myself, and before long I’m eager to learn how wet your pussy is, so I slowly slip my hand underneath the waistband of your pajama pants. You part your knees as my fingertips pass over your curls, and my middle finger begins to… Oh, my. I find your inner labia already parted, engorged, and slick, and my finger slips between them and is quickly coated in your juices. Your breath catches in your throat as I smear your sticky girl-cum up and around the hood of your clit.

I grab the remote and press the pause button and we continue to stroke each other toward bliss a few moments, listening to each other breathe but still not speaking. I notice my pre-cum has begun to flow and you’re using it to lube the head of my cock. Finally, I turn my face to you and say, softly: “Hey, you… Did you see something you liked?”

"Sort of," you say, turning your face to mine. "I just… In the movies, they never fumble around with condoms… nobody talks about birth control… they never talk about what time of the month it is…"

"Shhhh," I say, shifting down off the couch, onto my knees, and over between your knees to face you. I gently but firmly pull your pajama bottoms down over your hips and onto the floor. Then I lean over you and we kiss, open-mouthed, our tongues dancing. I brush aside your pajama top and caress your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples. My balls feel full and heavy hanging beneath my rigid cock, which I imagine pointed almost exactly where I want it.

I break our kiss, slide my hands beneath your ass, lift up a little, and bring you toward me so you’re leaning back, just barely sitting on the edge. You ask “What are we…”

"Shhhh," I say again, and you do. We lock eyes as I reach down and press my bare, oozing cockhead between your slick, warm pussy lips, right at your entrance.

"Are we…?" And this time I just let you trail off; you already know my answer, and anyway I intend to show rather than tell. Your sweet pussy is a couple inches higher now than the base of my cock, so, as I slowly enter you with short strokes, every one of them presses your g-spot. "Oh, God," you say, "We are…" And then I’m in you, balls-deep, and I lean down again to kiss you, grinding against you, pressing both your g-spot and clit, already leaking pre-cum into your unprotected pussy.

I know a big part of why you got horny tonight is that you’re right in the middle of your cycle — in fact, you’re probably ovulating right now. I don’t quite know what to do with that information, but I do know I would love to shoot my cum in you and I do know you want this uncomplicated.

I rise up from our kiss and place my hands on your shoulders, lightly pressing you against the couch, and back my hips away from you, withdrawing my cock almost all the way. I feel your pussy clutching at me wetly, and your juices cool a moment on me before I slowly but firmly plunge back into you in one long stroke. “Mmmmmmmm,” you moan, “God, I love your cock…”

I withdraw and thrust back into you again, and soon enough we’re fucking hard, a few quick, urgent thrusts alternating with a few deliciously slow ones. I feel you pushing back against me, finding a few millimeters more depth each time. Almost as much as I love your sighs and moans, I love the wet noises my cock makes driving into your pussy again and again.

As I feel my climax build behind the base of my cock, a small voice in the back of my head asks whether you’ll put a stop to this before it’s too late. I decide to give you a chance, just in case. “Baby… Baby.. I’m gonna cum…”

"Mmmmm, yeah," is all you say, not enough to make me sure.

"Baby, I’m gonna… cum inside you…"

"Oh, God," you say. Now you heard me. "Oh, God… Do it. You’re gonna make me cum… Do it. Cum in me…"

Your words push me past the point of no return, and I throw myself into you deeply as my cock and balls begin to spasm together. I feel spurt after strong spurt of my sperm-rich semen travel the length of my rigid shaft, and I know my seed must be spattering against your unguarded cervix. Millions of my strong swimmers fill your pussy as you begin to clench my still-pulsing cock in the throes of your own orgasm. It seems only right for me to hold you in my arms and consciously squeeze every remaining drop of my cum into you as your climax subsides.

When you regain the power of speech, you have a question for me. “Did we just… What did we just do?”

"Well, I believe the common name for it is ‘fucking’."

"No, I mean did we… Did you just… You know how risky this is, right?"

I think about my still-hard cock buried inside you and soaking in our combined juices. It seems perfect, the reason for the rest of our lives. “I wanted to give you what you wanted. No. I needed to give you what you needed… Whatever. I love you.”

"Oh, honey, really? Because… God, I needed your cum in me. Feels so right…"

"Well, there’s a very good reason for that."

"Yeah, and we may be meeting that reason in a few months."

"Is it worth it?"

"See?" you breathed, "I can't help it. I'm probably ovulating today." Of course; why hadn't I realized? "Mmmmmmmmm... I think I need you to fuck me. Right now." I picked you up and carried you to the bedroom and did as I was told. Since I still had my wits about me, I remembered to use a condom like we always do. I wasn't about to risk knocking you up until... well, until I was ready.

But afterward, as we lay together, your head on my chest and your arm draped across me, you said "I really do wanna have your baby, you know." I was surprised by how proud it made me feel.

I haven't told you this — well, until now anyway — but I have to admit that in the weeks since then, when we talk about having children together, even the non-sexy stuff like how many and how far apart and whose last name the kids would have, I get horny. If you had asked me how I felt, I might have said I was a little anxious, except there's the odd fact that I feel the discussion in my cock and balls. I don't make a raging tent in my pants, but I do feel my cock stirring and starting to stiffen. And the thing that really gets my attention is that I leak no small amount of pre-cum. Usually that doesn't happen, if it happens at all, until you've stroked and sucked me for minutes and I'm rock-hard and ready to fuck, but while we talk about having kids I ooze the stuff freely into my boxer-briefs, enough that I can feel it cooling against my skin. There've been times when my mind is thinking "No, no, we can't do this yet, this is going too fast" but my body clearly has the opposite view.

It's happening right now, actually. We're sitting at the kitchen table and you're talking about what you've heard lately about school districts in the area. I'm trying to follow along, but it's a pretty dry topic and seems like it won't matter much for a few years, and on some level it's scaring me to even speculate about what we might do that far in the future. It's easier to pay attention to what my body is doing. It's the damnedest thing. My balls feel full and heavy and I can sense the full length of my shaft is full of warm, gooey...

"Honey, are you all right?" you ask.

Uh oh. I must have looked distracted, and of course I was. "Uh huh," I say, trying to sound pleasant.

"Because it seems like you're somewhere else. Are you freaking out?"

"No, I..." I'm not sure how to explain.

I can hear you're worried. "If you're not ready for this..."

Somewhere inside me a switch flips. I stand, take you by the hand, and gently but insistently pull you to your feet. Now it's my turn. "Here," I say as I start to unbutton my jeans and push them down. "Lemme show you." I lay your palm flat against my belly and guide your fingers down under the waistband of my boxer-briefs. I feel your fingertips search for the contours of my cock. It's a little thicker and longer than usual but not hard... yet. Soon enough you encounter the sticky-slick evidence of my arousal, and a look of surprise flashes over your face.

"Oh, honey," you say tenderly, "I didn't know." Your hand closes around my shaft with intent, and I quickly stiffen as you gently squeeze and stroke. Our eyes meet as my mouth falls open and the slightest moan escapes me. I hear your voice again. "Let's... Do you wanna... Let's... Let's make a baby... OK?"

"Let's," says another voice, and I realize it's mine. I pull you to me and we kiss as our hands roam each other, and being inside you suddenly feels urgent.

While I step out of my shoes, my hands unzip your skirt, skin your panties down over your hips, and let the cloth fall in a pool around your bare feet. My hard cock and heavy balls swing free as you push my underwear and jeans the rest of the way down my legs, then hold my jeans as I pull out of each leg.

When you stand to kiss me again, I reach down between us, and... Oh, sweet mercy, my fingertips find your pussy lips puffy and moist, and when I slip my fingers between them... "Mmmmmmmm, you're already wet for me," I say.

"I'm like this every month, lately," you say.

"You mean you're..." I trail off.

"I'm... unh..." My fingertips circle your firm clit. "I'm... about to... ovulate... right now." I thought my cock couldn't get any harder, but I feel a burst of adrenaline, and my cock becomes so erect that I feel it against my belly.

I stop teasing your clit with my fingers, turn you around, and nudge your feet apart with one of mine. You sense my plan, spread your stance, and bend at the waist, bracing yourself on a kitchen chair. Quickly I step in and part your slick folds with my bare cockhead, sliding up to circle your clit briefly, then back down to circle your entrance. Your bare pussy feels like warm velvet.

"Tell me again," I say.

"Tell you what ag... Oh." You look back at me and smile. "I wanna have your baby." Yep. There's that swell of pride again, but now there's something else as well, something ancient and primal. I need to fuck you.

I grab your hips and lean in, slowly pushing you open, making short strokes, gradually burying myself in you. I've never been inside you bare, and it feels so good I might weep. Finally, I'm in you all the way to the hilt, I feel my balls resting against you, and I just stay there, enjoying the moment.

"Tell me more," I say. You look back again but don't speak, a curious look on your face. "About wanting my baby." You smile again and nod.

"I want you to make me pregnant." God, that sounds good.

"Mmmmmmm," I say. "Tell me how."

You giggle. "I think you figured that part out already."

"I know, but tell me anyway."

You pause, thinking. "I want your bare cock inside me." I pull your hips back onto me, pushing myself into you a little deeper. "And I want you to fuck me," you continue. In one long, slow stroke, I withdraw from you, and it feels almost as good as it did going in. When my cockhead is barely inside you, I stop and slide back into you, smoothly this time but still slowly. I can feel you getting slicker around me as I withdraw again a little faster and thrust back into you, pulling your hips back firmly against me. I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, doing exactly what I'm supposed to do. By the time I ask my next question, we're fucking in a strong rhythm and I feel my orgasm building behind the base of my cock.

"And then what?"

"I want..." you start. "Oh, oh God, that's so... I want you to... fuck me and... cum inside me... Oh... I'm gonna..."

As I drive my cock into you, I feel your pussy clench around me, and suddenly I join you, tumbling over the edge. I shoot rope after rope of potent sperm from deep within me to spatter against the back wall of your fertile pussy as you convulse in your own orgasm. My cock and balls surge together as I spurt nine, ten, eleven strong jets of semen inside you. And as we come to our senses, I can't help but picture your cervix dipping into a pool of my pearly seed. For good measure, I squeeze the last few drops of my cum into you, making sure I've put as much as I can where it can do its job.

"Don't move," I whisper as I slowly withdraw from you to look down at your well-fucked pussy. My still-rigid cock springs back up, glistening with our mixed juices. "Beautiful," I say, "just... Oh..." I see a dollop of my cum, thick and creamy, start to roll out of you. Quickly, I grasp my cock and use it to push my sperm-rich semen back inside you, burying myself in you again. "I want all of me in you," I say.

"Mmmmmmm, " you purr, "Yeah, stay right there. I want all those little guys to have the best chance..."

"Of?"

"Mmmmmmm, finding my egg and... making me pregnant."

"Oh, God... You just keep talking like that, and..."

"And what, big man?"

"Mmmmmmm. Just what…" you start, but then I let my index finger make a tight circle around your stiffening nipple, and you gasp. "Just what do you… think you're doing?" Through the sleepiness I hear your mild mock outrage.

I slide my hand slowly down your belly, never losing contact. "I think you know very well what I'm doing," I answer, and, because you do know, you raise your right leg as my fingers encounter your damp pubic hair.

You feel my breath as I let my teeth and lips graze your neck ever so lightly, but you keep the presence of mind to say, "Tell me anyway." My fingers slip between your well-fucked, still-engorged pussy lips to find you quite wet with the week's worth of semen I sprayed against the back of your spasming pussy as we came together earlier this morning. I love feeling my cum inside you, but I want to feel more of your own slick juices before we go much further.

"I'm getting us ready to fuck again, of course," I say, still feeling more primal than romantic. My fingers collect some of the creamy mix of our cum from between your lips and smear it up and over your clit lightly, making sure there will be plenty there when I get serious.

"I might not need much more help," you say, "but I think you might." With your right hand, you reach behind you and between us, searching for my cock, which still feels a little thicker and heavier than usual. As your fingers close around my shaft, my index and ring fingers tease your clit, sometimes circling it, sometimes gently squeezing it between them. Your soft, sudden intakes of breath arouse me almost as much as your slow, gentle strokes of my cock. I feel myself stiffening rapidly, skin stretching and releasing tiny pockets of our combined cum that had been caught in my soft wrinkles. My whole shaft is slightly moist and sticky in your grip, reminding us both where it's been recently.

After a minute or two, I let my fingers slip down between your swollen lips again, and this time you feel warmer and a little slicker, a little less me and a little more you, and I decide it's time for the next step. I reach between us, and you release your grasp on my cock as I shift my hips and slip my shaft between your thighs to lay between your pussy lips. I can't get inside you as deep as I would want in this position, but I'm not planning to try. Instead, I slowly rock my hips back and forth, sliding the upper half of my shaft between the slick folds of your pussy.

I sense you reach between your own legs and then I feel your fingers on the underside of my cock, pressing it into you to increase the pressure and friction. Pre-cum oozes freely from my cockhead… Or maybe it's regular cum left over from our earlier session. In any case, you must feel it too. "Are you sure this is safe?" you jokingly ask. "I've heard a girl can get pregnant from pre-cum, especially pre-cum from a guy who has cum recently."

"Good thing, then," I say, "that I want to get you pregnant anyway." God I love saying that. It fills me with a sense of freedom and … well, truth. I can just come right out and say what I want with and for the woman I love.

"Is that what we're doing? I had no idea," you say. "Does that mean you're going to insert your penis into my vagina and ejaculate your sperm in hopes that they will swim into my uterus and find and fertilize my egg?"

"No, of course not," I say, pulling out from behind you, rolling you over on your back, and positioning myself between your legs, spreading and raising your knees to open you to me. As I look down at your beautiful pussy lips slightly parted, I see the shift has caused a little rivulet of my cum from earlier this morning to run out of you, down over your ass, and onto the bed. You feel it, our eyes meet, and we smile together a moment.

"No, it means," I start again, as I lean over you and let my cockhead lodge between your silky folds just outside your entrance, "that I'm going to slide my thick, hard cock inside your sweet, wet pussy." And I do that, in one slow but strong and steady stroke, lubed by our copious combined cum, all the way into you, balls deep. "And then I'm going to do it again," and I withdraw almost all the way until only my cockhead is inside you, then plunge back in. "And again," I say, "and again", and now of course I'm finding a rhythm and getting lost in it, but I keep talking because I know you want it. "And then, when I'm good and ready… and you're ready… I'm going to shoot all my cum… deep inside you… and knock you up."

"Oh, God yes," you breathe. "Your cock feels so good…" I feel you wrap your legs around me, pulling me in with each thrust. "But when…?"

"You mean when will I cum?" It's a good question. As exquisite as your pussy feels squeezing my rock-hard cock on the way in and clutching at it on the way out, you are super-slick right now, plus I shot a load in you no more than an hour ago, and… yeah, it might be a while. "Don't… know… I… Oh, God," I laugh, "You feel so good… Can we just do this forever?"

"Mmmmmmm," you purr. "So good… But… I want your cum. I want your baby. I'm ready."

Our fucking has forced enough of our combined cum out of your depths that everything between us is coated with a thin layer of creamy slickness, and I'm starting to enjoy losing track of where I end and you begin. I could stay here a while, but you have other ideas.

"Cum in me," you say. "I want you to… shoot your cum in me and… make me pregnant." You definitely know how to push my buttons. "Shoot it, honey. Shoot all your cum in me…" Yeah, that familiar pressure is building behind the base of my cock now, and if you keep talking like this… "I want you to… press your cockhead right up against my cervix…" You know what power that image has over me, and suddenly I am right on the edge. "…and shoot your sperm right up inside me…" As ordered, I push off the bed-sheet with my toes and throw myself into you, driving deep, and…

"Unnnnnnnh," I moan as I feel the first spasm ripple from deep inside me and the first thick rope of semen spurts from my cockhead and spatters against your cervix. Incredibly, for the second time this morning, I paint the back of your fertile pussy with jet after powerful jet of potent sperm. I give you six, seven, eight strong spurts of my essence, truly draining my balls.

As I regain my sanity, I realize your rhythmic gasps can mean only one thing, and I feel your pussy walls convulsing around my hard shaft as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of cum. It feels exactly right. And when you regain your sanity, I ask: "You came? Already?"

"I know. I wasn't really close, but when I felt you cumming in me, I just… I don't know. I felt your cum shooting in me and suddenly I was cumming…"

"And I really don't know where that load came from, either. The second time usually takes forever… and then I hardly cum at all."

"Well, I am ovulating," you say. "Your body has to know that."

"Oh, God, that word," I say. "I may have to fuck you again right now."

"No, silly, next we get showers, and after that we get brunch, and then you fuck me again."