“I’m saying it’s, at the least, unpleasant, and I think Ben’s would taste better.” “Well you kinda taste like shit, too. How ’bout that?” I laughed and picked up my book again. I had been through this same scenario so many times with various men over the course of my lifetime. They always wanted to get in an insult if their egos were wounded, and the insults were rarely ever original. I didn’t care if I tasted bad to Matt. I would taste bad to Matt. But it did bother me, on some level, that he’d never thought to ask or consider if I liked what I was doing while having sex with him. Why didn’t
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