Stoicism in the face of adversity is admirable. In the bedroom, however, with each others cocks in hand, it is not endearing, much less erotic. That steady breath and unwavering stare – I wanted to yell for help, not scream his name.
In hindsight, I suppose the death metal that was blaring when I walked in should have provided more of a cause for alarm. But it’s no surprise that I ignored such a subtle warning. Not when I jumped into the shower and sped over to the private residence of someone I’d previously, albeit unintentionally, humiliated in a manner that could have driven a lesser hinged man to plot my murder.
His persistence may have finally paid off and his psyche might be solid, but I value my dignity – and my (sex) life – too much to allow him to cash in on it, again.