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It’s late and dark and still. I’m tired. I’m in bed. So is Jack. We were fighting before. The bad kind. But we’re not now. It’s done. Now we’re sleepy.

Jack asks if I want to have sex. I am so tired I can barely move. Before we went to bed – after we had been fighting - I had fallen asleep on the sofa watching The Apprentice. I like The Apprentice. I think we might have had a fight about The Apprentice too. But we’re not fighting now. Sleeping now. Or sleeping soon. Any second…

- No. Let’s have sex in the morning. I’m half drifting then, nearly gone
- You’re right. In the morning.
- Shame though, ’cause we didn’t do it this morning. So if we don’t have sex now we won’t have had sex at all today.

I roll over and touch Jack’s side. Kiss him just above the hip. I think about his cock in my mouth.

- That’s true, he says. But it’s late.

I don’t plan to have sex with Jack. I plan to sleep. I don’t think I’m even capable of sex. But just before I turn away again I put my mouth over his nipple. And I look at him. And he looks at me.

And so I bite him. Just hard enough that he gasps. And then I climb on top of him. Straddle his chest. I just look at him and then he says, Spit on me.
- Beg me. Beg me to do it
- Please. Please spit on me. Degrade me. Make me a thing.

So I do. And then I push my fingers in his mouth. And then I slap his face. And then I have him kiss my open palm and slap him again. And again and again.

And then he says, Shall I get a condom then?

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