Late last night, in bed with H, I’d just finished sucking his cock (it always seems so incapacitating to him — well, maybe to everyone…), and I asked him why he doesn’t “let” me do it more often. Usually, he’ll just flip me over, start fucking me before I can finish. He said something about how it made him feel selfish, that I’m not getting anything. Sigh. I hate the whole give-or-take, the obligation, the weirdness that comes with sex. Even if H and I have similar sexual interests, shall we say, he’s spent significantly more time being with women who just aren’t that fun in bed. Which results in less fun for me in bed because he’s expecting that I’ll be like other women. Silly. I told him he should just come home, force me on my knees against the wall, pin my hands above my head, and just fuck my face until there’s so much spit running down my chin, my eyes watery with tears. On the plus side, I have a trailer park chic cut on my lip from his backhand last night.  On my 4th glass of champagne now, trying to finish some work from earlier today.