When I can control my body again I roll to the right, feeling Big Eddy slip out of me, slapping wet against my leg.
I hold your smirking face, then share a long kiss. I look hard into your eyes.
“You’re such a good fuck and you gnaw at my brain all day. Wanna get married?”
“You know I’m already married, bitch.”
“You can keep him, too, if you want. I don’t care.”
“He’s not gonna like that.”
“So don’t tell him. We’ll get matching nipple rings, have a little ceremony.”
“I don’t think… wait… do I get a honeymoon?”
