Where Had We Fucked
Where had we fucked? Where had we made love? It’s been two years to the day since we last fucked. I liked to think that we used to make love, but it was pretty clear on that last occasion, and maybe the one or two times before, that we were just fucking. The days of you loving me were over, and you just let me into your bed to use me for your own pleasure. Don’t get me wrong, I was fine with that too. But I always preferred it when we made love. You know why. You know precisely why. ...