HUMOR

He Refused to Show Me His Vessel

I needed it

If it was short, it would be harder to find. Photo by charlesdeluvio on Unsplash

I sat quietly with questions filling my brain, wondering where the evening would take us. Picking up my phone, I scanned it for any signs of life.

Nothing.

Who keeps a lady waiting?

Or a slightly unhinged thirty-something who doesn’t know where to buy stamps?

Then he arrived, brooding and large. He apologized for his tardiness, to which I told him it did not matter.

It did matter. Now I’d have to steal his library card.

“Do you want to get started?” I asked, impatiently.

“Sure,” he said.

Silently, we prepared ourselves by finding our positions and aligning our implements. It wasn’t long before we were ready.

Well, it was kind of long because his phone kept interrupting us with notifications about dancy fucks on TikTok.

I went first. It was a slow start but with time, I found success. He soon found success too, which displeased me.

A cushion to the scalp startled him and allowed me to gain the advantage. He was mad and pouted so I apologized.

Sucker.