Somehow I managed to keep my dick in my pants. Probably cuz I knew it was no use. I vaguely wondered if post-recovery sex trauma frigidity applied to blow jobs and how I would breach such a delicate subject at such a crucial moment. What would they say at the 12-step meeting? I remembered that even though I’d only had my dick in Narcisa’s mouth once, probably cuz I was too busy plugging up her supersonic pussy with it, it had been a singularly memorable experience, just like every other sensory detail of Narcisa. Supersonic fellatio!
  Finally, my mind spinning in a libido-drunken fevered waltz with the dakini, I just blurted it out.
  ”Do you think we’ll ever be able to have sex again if you stay clean, baby?”
  ”Not now, Cigano, and not EVER under pressure” she said dismissively.
  ”I’m not giving you any pressure, princess,” I said sweetly, even as my dick screamed, ‘quit yer grinnin’ and drop yer fuckin’ linen, bitch!’
 ”I’m just talking is all, just bringing it up, trying to communicate…” I explained, ever so patiently.
 ”I don’ wanna talk ’bout it these thing now!’”  She said.
 ”Ok baby, that’s cool…” I said, pushing it. “I just would like to know, ya know. I mean we been making all these plans to get married and all that, and, I dunno, I’m just thinking it seems like you don’t really have any attraction to me unless you’re high and, well, I’m still attracted to you and that just makes it kinda funny, ya know? I mean, its cool with me and all. But I’m just thinking if there’s not gonna be any sex anymore, well maybe we should just be friends. Something like that. I’ll still love you…”
 ”Just shut the fuck up about these shit now, Cigano. I tol’ you I don’ to wanna talk ’bout it now,” she said, even as she primped and preened in front of the mirror as if she was getting ready for a date with Paris Hilton or whoever the fuck she’s attracted to. All I knew was it wasn’t me.

Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2008.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.