Don’t Slap My Pussy

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The first slap was a quick sharp bop. Like those assholes who bop their dog on the snout. The kind of swat you’d expect with a disciplinary “NO!”

Getting naked with a new man was not my Tuesday-night plan that evening. But he was interesting. I liked talking with him. The night before we’d stayed up drinking and talking until 3 am. He held my hand at the dining room table. The closer we got the closer I wanted to be.