“Why do you like sharing me?”

“We each have to make our own…”

“Bullshit!” she said, interrupting me.  “Don’t give me any of that progressive poly crap.  You didn’t hold my hair away from my face last week as your best friend fucked my mouth because it’s my body.  You don’t hold me by the throat and kiss me as they take turns fucking my cunt because it’s what being open is all about.”

”It’s your body.”

“You don’t share me because it’s my body.  You share me because it means it’s your body.  You share me so they know that they’re fucking your cunt and your mouth.  They know that even if they make me come eight times in a row it’s all for you.  It’s always for you.”

“Can’t I just like watching other men fuck you?”

“Other men don’t fuck me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You fuck me with other men’s cocks.  It doesn’t matter if you’re beneath me or in the other room.  It’s always you.  Even if it’s over the phone you’re the one fucking me, no matter who’s actually inside me.  You fuck me even when I’m alone.”

I kissed her and pulled her onto my lap.  I opened my mouth to say something and then closed it again.  There was nothing at all to say.

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