I'm fishing in the fridge for the last of the bananas when I hear you from the living room.
"Honey! Do you think you'd prefer sucking a six inch cock or a nine inch one?"
That certainly gets my attention. "What?" I say brilliantly, wandering over into the living room where you're perched on the couch, laptop on your thighs.
You look up and giggle. "Gay personals. And your last Quake game was abysmal."
"Say what?"
"You lost bad. And I always did say that everyone should suck a cock at least once."
"You're joking..."
You smile. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
I look over your flannel pjs and bunny slippers. "Well, kinda...."
You pat the couch next to you. "Sit. I'm not being mean, you get to pick the cock."
I grumble and sit down, admittedly wondering what you're looking at on the screen.
"Here, take this one? He to your tastes? Pun intended." You turn the laptop, showing a naked man, holding his erect cock. "See, this is Bill, who promises to give you a throat full of man." You read the ad.
"Good lord...even if, that thing's huge..."
"Even if?" There's a bit of edge to your voice.
"Um...you're not serious..."
"Look-- your body is mine, right? Right?" You look serious, I'll admit.
"Well..yes...."
"So if I want that mouth of yours to suck on a cock, it will, right? Or were you bullshitting me?"
