I thank him for the tea. Perhaps I should’ve told him I prefer it sweetened.
And that I came with a woman last night.
It’s strange how right from the start we’ve told each other everything, yet this one thing I’ve kept to myself.
That I crave the sweet taste of pussy.
It’s not a big deal, but I don’t think he’ll see it that way. If it’s such a small thing, why didn’t I mention it at the start? I guess I didn’t realise I’d still be drinking his tea after all this time.
