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Abigail is a strange girl. Pretty, genius intellect, plagued with a bevy of phobias, obsessions, and quirks. Jack is intrigued. Does curiosity and a huge vocabulary make for interesting sex?
“So, sex. That should be interesting,” I said taking a sip of my drink and sitting down next to her, but not right next to her. I was trying to stay conversational. Where was this going?
“Oh? I suppose it can be. Especially the first time with someone new,” she remarked and took a long sip.
There was an awkward silence, but since there was so much awkwardness already it was like a drop of water in the ocean.
“I know I give mixes messages. I pull away when I want to kiss. It’s like I don’t speak that language,” she admitted between quick sips of the cocktail.
“You don’t speak body language?”
She gave me the crooked smile again and shrugged.
“You should be the aggressor. I know you think I’m a little prude, but I assure you there isn’t much you could do to me that I don’t want you to do.”
I perked up at this notion and laughed. “I don’t know, I’m sure-”
She cut me off. “Jack. Sex is sex. I like sex. With all your spanking and rope and sex toys, it’s still all just sex. The worst you could do is try and hit me really hard and I probably wouldn’t mind that, even. In fact it’s been a long time since someone hit me. It sort of clears my mind.”
She finished the drink with a gulp.
“So, sex. That should be interesting,” I said taking a sip of my drink and sitting down next to her, but not right next to her. I was trying to stay conversational. Where was this going?
“Oh? I suppose it can be. Especially the first time with someone new,” she remarked and took a long sip.
There was an awkward silence, but since there was so much awkwardness already it was like a drop of water in the ocean.
“I know I give mixes messages. I pull away when I want to kiss. It’s like I don’t speak that language,” she admitted between quick sips of the cocktail.
“You don’t speak body language?”
She gave me the crooked smile again and shrugged.
“You should be the aggressor. I know you think I’m a little prude, but I assure you there isn’t much you could do to me that I don’t want you to do.”
I perked up at this notion and laughed. “I don’t know, I’m sure-”
She cut me off. “Jack. Sex is sex. I like sex. With all your spanking and rope and sex toys, it’s still all just sex. The worst you could do is try and hit me really hard and I probably wouldn’t mind that, even. In fact it’s been a long time since someone hit me. It sort of clears my mind.”
She finished the drink with a gulp.
24 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 9, 2014
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Jack Stratton
49 books38 followersJack Stratton is a writer, New Yorker, blogger, activist, foodie, graphic designer, hedonist, atheist, skeptic, top, dominant, sadist, masochist, bottom, voracious reader, researcher, podcaster, teacher, student, whore, facilitator, instructor, know-it-all, dandy, daddy, and switch.
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November 5, 2015
Very short read. I love the unique, quirky awkwardness of Abigail, which translated into their interaction; it was all the more endearing for it.
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