Are You Going To Fuck Me?
“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked.
I was undoing the back of her dress when she asked, although I might have been mixing a drink instead. I didn’t kiss the back of her neck, and I didn’t caress her soft skin, but she shivered all the same when the black silk slipped off her shoulders.
I was quiet when I pushed the fabric down over her hips, and I didn’t say a word when I undid he bra. She…