the first time in bed with Tessa, she tried to give me a handjob.
it had been so long since anyone had even thought to attempt it, i was actually frozen speechless for a second, propped on my wrists above her with absolutely nothing to say while the logic began to connect -- you're not normal, darryl -- and the language began to seep through from that place where my mind always goes when my body takes over,
and, god, i started laughing, little chuckles but still laughs, my ribs pressing into her body slightly with every tiny convulsion, her hand still wrapped around me and i was laughing. "i'm sorry," i said, "i'm sorry."
"what?"
"that does...that does nothing for me." the chuckles abated, thanks in no small part to a strenuous exercise in control, and another moment passed foreshadowing a future disappointment.
it had been so long since anyone had even thought to attempt it, i was actually frozen speechless for a second, propped on my wrists above her with absolutely nothing to say while the logic began to connect -- you're not normal, darryl -- and the language began to seep through from that place where my mind always goes when my body takes over,
and, god, i started laughing, little chuckles but still laughs, my ribs pressing into her body slightly with every tiny convulsion, her hand still wrapped around me and i was laughing. "i'm sorry," i said, "i'm sorry."
"what?"
"that does...that does nothing for me." the chuckles abated, thanks in no small part to a strenuous exercise in control, and another moment passed foreshadowing a future disappointment.