Essays and Bad Ideas

The wait isn’t always worth it.

 Poor bitch was waiting four fucking years to talk to me, with countless hours of squirming thinking about how it might go. All that desperate longing-at-a-distance, dreaming of what I might be like. Setting herself up for some kind of transcendental experience when she finally had me in her ear.

What she actually got was me laughing at the way she couldn’t make grown-up words when the scary man was listening, the dumb little sounds she was making instead of words, and the frustrated little spark of ‘tude she gave me when I kept interrupting her rising climax with nonsense that made her giggle and lose the moment. But she got there, eventually. Left her kind of freaked out, nervous, and clingy, five minutes before she had to head out for work.

Poor, stupid thing… expecting a sexy bad time, and instead, she gets heckled to orgasm.