Excerpt from today's writing

They have removed the edit buttons for the blog so here's an updated version of this excerpt from Mag's book.
(removing edit buttons is a huge pet peeve of mine). The blog has disappeared from Amazon and is not under a tab on the mobile version but whatever. It's still here so I'm using it.
I do have a Substack blog but I'm only going to post edited stuff there.

She was quiet for a few minutes but I could feel something brewing in her head. Then she sputtered like she was holding back a giggle.
"What?" I couldn't pretend not to be interested because all her thoughts interested me.
"Nothing," she said, with a smile in her voice.
"It's not nothing. I can feel your brain overthinking and you can barely contain your mirth, so spill."
"Fine. Do women… Like when you were sleepy you said something so odd." She chortled and my whole body got tight.
"I don't remember what I said. Why you laughin'?"
"Okay. Okay." She struggled to get her chuckles under control. "Do you really have sex with women in their… back hole?" She sputtered and snorted in her merriment.
Jesus. "Dear God, help me." I growled and fisted my hands at my side. I wanted to grab her and tickle her to death. So sweet. So innocent. "I don't want to be the one that tells you that."
"Who else is gonna tell me?" It was dark, but I could see her turn toward me in the bed.
"Google."
"I don't want to look it up. I want to know about you, specifically. I mean I know people do that, but like do all the girls you're with, they just let you do that whenever you want? Like even if you're sleeping and you wake up, you can just do whatever you want?"
Wren needed to stop talking or we were never getting to sleep. How the fuck did I answer her very honest question? I chewed my lip trying to ignore my raging boner and find a way to respond that wouldn't scar her for life.
"First of all, I don't sleep with any women. I'm gone before that happens."
"Gone?"
"But if I did want to do that to someone, and she'd made it clear she's open to it." God, this was difficult to talk about with her. "Yeah, I'd take it."
She gasped and I heard her squirming around on her side of the bed. My dick was rock hard again at even the consideration of taking her that way. I rolled on my stomach to press it into the mattress. Hopefully, she was gasping and writhing in disgust and this topic would never come up again.
"How would she make it clear?" she asked timidly.
I groaned into the pillow for a long time which set off another round of uncomfortable giggles from her. "The right answer is you have a nice long talk about it and get consent and prepare for it and all that. The truth is, she feels my dick there and she don't tilt her hips away, it's a sign. I test it out with my fingers, she still doesn't flinch, maybe she moans a little…"
Wren let out a stifled mewl that I felt in my balls.
"That answer your curiosity?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said shortly with a high pitch.
"Now, go to sleep."
"Okay," she quipped.
Shit. Maybe she shouldn't have asked questions like that if she wasn't prepared for the answer. It took me an hour of thinking about spoiled rations and rotten corpses before my boner waned and I finally caught some shuteye.