Unforeseen

I needed to get the hell away from Porter.

I needed out of his apartment and back into the safety of mine.

I need him to kick me out.

Everything had changed last night.

Because he caught me touching myself in the bed next to him. I thought, ashamed. Embarrassed by my own behavior.

I should’ve told him no when he rolled over.

I should’ve gotten up and gone back out to the couch.

But like a fool I’d told him what I’d wanted.

And he gave me that and more.

In truth, though I’d never confess it to a soul, that was the best sex I’d ever had.

He was right about one thing.

I did like being dominated in the bedroom.

I hadn’t even known that about myself.

***

I must’ve dozed back off because when I awoke I caught the titillating smell of my steamer coffee. I fumbled from the bed. Having to struggle to escape the comforter that seemed determined to clutch my legs. I flopped off the bed and had to kick several times before the blanket released me midway to the bedroom door.

Half awake, I hardly n