Since you’ve brought up this evening’s earlier incident three times in as many hours I feel it is incumbent upon me to address the situation. To me it was SOP , a typical routine practice. But you persist in mentioning it in a hurt voice with mournful puppy dog eyes. I ignored it at first as simply a playful bid for attention but now I realize that something more is going on.
I say this to you with all sincerity and truthfulness: Sir, I meant no offense when I reached down to ensure there was a condom on your penis before it entered my vagina.
First of all, the force of habit was in play. The condom check is second nature. Nobody rides the unicorn bareback. Seriously, even my dildos practice safe sex. And there are times when fellows get overeager and overexcited in the heat of the moment and try to go deep sea diving without a wet suit. It falls to cooler heads, the ones with blood still in them, to make sure the bases are covered before the game begins. Did you know the incidence of AIDS in our nation’s capital is now greater than that of developing African nations? Shouldn’t you be thanking me for protecting not only you but the community at large?
What’s that you say? I should know you better than that by now?
I understand that naked people can bond quickly. But I have to remind you that I only ever fucked you once before. That, even with the accelerated level of intimacy the lifestyle engenders, hardly qualifies as “knowing” you in any sense except the biblical.
Do you feel better now?
Now sir, don’t you think you’re being just slightly over sensitive? You’re just going to have to forgive me for not being able to psychically determine your use of a rubber. After all, I didn’t even know it was you on the other end of that penis (and to be completely truthful at the time I only guessed it was a penis). Surely you realize that my scope of visual perception was severely limited at the time by the lady sitting on my face.