’ ‘I didn’t know you had a puppy.’ You haven’t sat down yet, you’re pulling out two coffee mugs and getting that weird thermos-pot. ‘You...want something a little stronger in here?’ ‘If we’re going to start that, I don’t even need the coffee.’ With your naughty look-at-you-breaking-the-rules smile you pour the mug full of Ballantine’s whiskey. Thinking about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink it and it’s nice to think that you keep it just for me. You put the mug in front of me. ‘What. He was lying right on top of me just fucking me tenderly whilst I nibbled his ear and licked his face. When his tempo became quicker I knew he was getting close to the point of no return. “Cum for me Josh,” I whispered as I squeezed my kegel muscles to milk him and then he started grunting as his semen started pumping into my grateful vagina. Once he was empty he more or less stopped immediately and just lay on me panting. I could feel his heart pounding and I could also feel his warm milky cum. But these are the only times when I’m myself—when he brings me back to see what he’s done to me. And what he’s made me do. I’m groggy. Although he uses a trigger phrase—that’s what he calls it, a ‘trigger phrase’—bringing me back isn’t like flipping a switch. It takes about 45 minutes, apparently. Candi shuts down. The jet fuel of endorphins and dopamine and adrenaline and that propels her sexual insanity drains off. She wanes, I wax, we pass each other in my mind and my biology. The subtler. It was a warmevening, and at that point I think I would have done anything not to beleft alone in what seemed to be a large and overactive place. We walkedto his truck arm and arm, and after we climbed in he pulled out a bag andoffered me a beer. A little alcohol was just what I needed after thestress of the last few hours. So we drunk them together as we talkedabout nothing in particular. As I finished mine (and began to realizeits greater affect on my lower body weight), he turned to me.