“Did you bring a toy with you?” he asks.
“No. I didn’t need to. I have one right here.”
“I’m not a toy. I’m a real boy!”
This makes me laugh out loud.
“See, I’m telling lies. Right now.”
My giggles continue to spill forth as I feel him filling me. I encourage him: “Lie to me!”
And he did for a little while. That climax, however, was anything but.
