slut

“You going to use me, like the slut I am?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.  We were lying in bed, cuddly, naked.  On retreat, with privacy and life simplified, we’ve been having sex more often.

“You might as well,” I said.  “That’s what sluts are for, right?  I’m available to you.  My cunt, my hands, my mouth.  Do you like me, as a slut?”

“Yes,” he said.  Things feel different, since the text sex I had with a friend.  My slutness feels more realized.  I keep checking in with my spouse–how he feels about the changes, is he jealous, does he feel safe.  He says he’s good.

“But I was always a slut,” I added.  “I’ve been a slut the whole time you’ve known me.  Before–long before.”

I thought of my life, behind me like the tail of a comet.  But don’t comets chase their tails?  Like a long, long path.  How far I’ve come.

ass

“What if I had a glove, and lube, and I massaged your butt a while, then put the lube and pet your butthole?”

“Well, I’ve never done ass stuff, recreationally.  I’m afraid I have enough bathroom issues already.  I don’t want any more difficulty around that,” he said.

“You mean like the well-being of your asshole?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Oh, you think I would hurt you?  I wouldn’t hurt you!  Of course not, honey.  I wouldn’t even penetrate you!  I’d just pet the outside, the first time.  You could have a good ass experience.  Maybe we could work up to something more.”

“Maybe,” he said.

“Yeah, I could read about prostate massage.  It might be really good.”

He seemed skeptical.  “I have good practices.  I know how to remove a glove properly.  Hmm.  Well, maybe you could think of something else different to do, that’s less edgy for you.”

penis hatch

“Wow!  It works!”  My spouse pulled his dick through his chonies, at my request.  “But your balls are stuck in there.”  I patted his balls, still nestled in his chonies.  “Are they lonely in there?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Thank you for demonstrating the penis hatch,” I said.  “I didn’t even believe in that.  Does that mean I’m a bumpkin?”

“No.”

“Prude?”

“No.”

“Bad anthropologist?”

“You’re doing great.”