But I just can’t...
I’ll be right back. I tell her, breaking my nook and b-lining to the bathroom.
My only hope is to make it seem like I’m pooping. She would definitely grow suspicious if she heard me close the door.
I can do this fast. I say, unspooling a stream of toilet paper, and hitting all engines go for imagination.
Lusts and moans. Custardy pucker holes and torturously pinched nipples. A combination of Leora and Cozette wearing my favorite sweater makes me explode in under five minutes.
Where did you go? she asks when I get back.
I just couldn’t sleep, without going to the bathroom.
She understands and grabs me into her warmth again, but not as nicely as the first time.