Pomme Terre

I was losing it. Cliff was in full control. Play the game your way.

It took me a moment to understand there was no penetration, yet. His boxers and my underwear were still where they were, only now much wetter, from certain discharge. Suddenly everything seemed quiet, apart from the hair dryer still whirling. The motor was going to burn out soon.

With my heart thumping, I opened my eyes and saw Cliff looking at my face intently. His arms were still holding me, but he had summoned junior to back away. "Wha... what?" I asked quizzically.

His eyes bore deeply into mine, as if searching.

"I..." he chose his words carefully "Sorry, babe, I am sorry."

Things went from sizzling hot to ice cold at a fraction of a moment. What an anti-climax. I was confused. I was left with a screaming physical need unsatiated, but somehow an unexplained wave of relief came washing over me. What did I want, exactly? For now, one thing for sure, game over.

"This is not a game for me. I... I should've asked... if you were ready."

I was speechless. Ready? Are you crazy? I hopped to the floor and straightened the robe.

"Wait, honey. Are you mad?" He held me firmly to prevent me from walking away.

"What the hell was that?" I asked softly. No, I wasn't mad, because I was no slut. But I deserve a better explanation.