I’ll be the first to admit, I am confused about what I feel about Rey Ramirez. Maybe that’s the number one thing that men misunderstand about women. We really DON’T know how we feel, most of the time.

We know when we DON’T like something. Like when a nice guy tries to suggest to me that I owe him sex, just because he buys me all sorts of shit. I hate manipulation.

With someone like Rey, who really needs nothing from me, or from anyone else, I admit to feeling ambivalent. He doesn’t need me…sex is meaningless to him since he gets it for free whenever he wants. But why does that make me more curious?

Why does he seem more interested in me now that I’ve rejected him? Why did I like him more when he rejected me?

I don’t know…sometimes I think all these mind games are overrated. Maybe we don’t fuck each other because of logic or even emotion. Maybe all the games we play are just a dance, a prelude, to a decision our bodies have already made. We fuck because we’re attracted to each other. We play these games because we can’t just admit what we are.

I stare at Rey across the table, sending him a coy look. Not one suggesting sex, because I’ve already decided I don’t want sex with him. I even wore a conservative brown knit sleeveless dress that reaches down to my ankles. No showing skin, no one to impress.

Or even if I do, I’m not giving him sex because that’s exactly what he wants from me. But I’m not interested in giving him what he wants. I just want to know what makes him tick.

“Dinner is nice,” he says. “Steak well done.”

“It’s pretty good,” I reply, in good spirits. To my surprise, Rey hasn’t broken any of my “rules” yet, even the most arbitrary ones. He hasn’t cursed or talked about sex. He hasn’t insulted me, neg-hit me, or done anything passive aggressive. Contrary to his personality, he hasn’t even lectured or tried to argue with me. Mostly he’s just doing what I suppose a guy is supposed to do on a civilized date.

“I love baseball because that’s what my father taught me and his grandfather taught him. Is it passed down by family? Probably.” He munches another bite, very focused on his food. Intense focus seems to be a characteristic of this man in sport, life, and hobby. “But I really do feel like I bond with my teammates. With the fans. We have a community of friends. It’s bigger than just a game. It’s a culture.”

I nod, not politely, but curiously. I find myself attracted to him in a brand new way. His heart is showing. His humanity. Buried underneath the party animal, the slugger, the sportsman and the “nice guy” who’s not really so nice once you get to know him. There is a layer underneath all that. A boy who loves baseball.

I find myself curious about why he loves the sport…what psychologically compels him to it? He mentioned his father but did he bond with family over the ball? Or could it be something genetically predisposed? Ancestral memory perhaps?

Oh dear. Maybe I’m overthinking this too much. Maybe I should take more joy in the peripherals.

His body. Lean, muscular. Manly but not ape-like in hair. I can see his chiseled chest and abs through his shirt. He likes showing off his muscles, his arms, particularly. His wavy black hair is intense to look at. Like ink, like a tidal wave. I feel vulnerable when he talks about who he really is as a person. But when I simply stare at him, admiring his body, his voice, his status…I feel desire. Hot, selfish urges.

I don’t even know how to reconcile both desires. To seduce him or to get to know him. To play with his mind or to peer into his soul. I do know that when he talks, I listen captively. His intellect, his passion for the game is palpable.

When he’s animated, I wait with baited breath. When he’s angry, about the world or even about me, I shiver in anticipation. What is he like when he’s out of control? When he’s boiling with rage?

I really don’t know how I feel about his money, his status or his scores of women. Part of me wants to hate him for it. It’s opposite of me, isn’t it? And yet the idea that he takes an interest in me…an obsessive interest is flattering.

I love the feeling of power that I have over him. Not merely saying no to his whims, but also in denying him the information he wants. He doesn’t want to know me, he wants to categorize me. He wants to think he knows me, so he can write me off as another conquest. But that’s not good enough. Maybe I crave his attention too much to let him get away with that.

“Are you having fun?” he asks with an all too rare smile, free of deceit and cynicism.

“Yes. You’ve done surprisingly well on a traditional date.”

“Amazing, right?” he laughs.

“I’m surprised you made it through the date without saying one offensive thing.”

“I know! This whole new PC side of me is interesting, right? It’s like I just stick to subjects I enjoy, and I let everything else goes. It’s very liberating not to complain about all the things I despise about life.”

“I love optimism. Don’t you?”

“Of course. Negativity is unbecoming.”

“What a delightful witticism!” I say in sarcasm, channeling my inner Jane Austen.

I really am enjoying myself tonight, yet still surprisingly not compromising in my decision not to have sex with him. He seems more like a platonic friend tonight, which isn’t a bad thing. The idea of a man suffering through friendship to get to first base still appeals to me. He’s proving himself. He’s actually trying to impress me. I admire a man who knows the value of a good woman.

“Well, I’ve certainly enjoyed our sexless date, Miss Rouge,” he says, looking dapper and charming in his black suit. “In fact, this may be the one formal date I’ve ever been on.

“Oh really!” I say merrily. “How interesting that none of your previous paramours ever made you work for it.”

“Well…such conversation is unbecoming of dinner, isn’t it?”

I laugh at his sincerity. He even managed to avoid defiling our conversation with unruly talk of sex. He really is charming when he wants to be.

“Anyway, let’s get out of here. I have to get up early for work tomorrow,” he says with a wink.

“As do I!” I add. “But…I must say, I hope we can do it again.”

“Definitely.”

He scans the bill the waiter handed him and nods. “Two separate checks, please.” he says.

He smiles at me. “So did we decide on a movie yet?”

I stare at him. In horror.

“How dare you.”

He slowly loses his smile. “What?”

“Did you just tell the waiter to bring two separate checks?”

“Yeah?”

“How dare you! I mean…what the hell, Rey?”

“What?!”

“I really thought…wow.” I laugh in bewilderment. The audacity of this man is amazing. “I really thought you were going to get through one civilized date without showing your raging misogyny.”

“What the fuck?!” he explodes. “What are you talking about?!”

“You asked ME on a date. Rey!”

“So what?” he says with a hostile face. “I figured me paying for you was sexist pig behavior. After all, if a man buys a woman a fancy dinner that just means she has to blow him out of guilt, right? Isn’t that what they teach in your man-hating class?”

“No, you’re wrong! You asked me to go out with you. I said yes. That puts the responsibility of payment on you. If I had asked you, or if we had mutually agreed to go out, then I would have paid my own way.”

“Oh my God!” he says, avoiding my angry eyes which are now ready to duel. “I see what’s going on here. You’re CHEAP!”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re cheap. You’re a miser. You’re an old Jewish woman. You’re a penny pincher, you’re a scammer!”

“You’re out of line!” I say, getting up from the table in protest. “I will NOT be paying for my dinner tonight. You will. Because even though you completely failed as a gentleman, I will hold you to your promise, Rey.”

“I played your stupid game all night long!” he says, jumping out and standing on his feet. “Enough is enough. I’m tired of women using me for my money! If you date me then you pay your own way. It’s my filtering process. What the hell do I know about dates anyway!”

“Take me home.”

“Get yourself an Uber.”

“NO, you take me home right now. You fulfill your promises like a gentleman.”

“Oh my God…it’s always something with you!”

He shakes his head in rebellion, muttering to himself and avoiding my face. Between my angry eyes and his loud overreaction, we’ve certainly caused a scene.

“Get your ass in the limo. You’re going straight home.”

“Oh daddy,” I reply in scathing sarcasm. “Does this mean no supper either? I’m going to call child welfare on you!”

He mumbles curses to himself, at last, being honest about who he is!

I open the limo door quickly and crawl out of this hellhole. I slam the door shut letting Rey know what I think of him and his weird control issues.

“Fuck off!” I say.

“Go inside.”

I laugh in disbelief. “For real?”

“Go inside!”

“Stop trying to control me!”

“I want you to go inside and shut the door.”

“Why? So you win this game? Is that it?”

“Just do what I say.”

“NO! Get the hell out of here! This is my house. You’re not my father, you’re not my sugar daddy and you’re sure as hell not my boyfriend.”

“I have no intentions of being your poor pussy whipped boyfriend, kid. Now go inside so I know you’re in there safe and sound.”

“WHY? Why do you need to see me go in?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“And I don’t owe you one! So go! And get the hell off my property!”

“For god’s sake!”

I watch, arms folded, as Rey gets out of the limo, slamming his dress shoes all over the grass—looking like angry dad ready to slam doors all night long.

The limo driver “Charles” ho-hums and watches in bored disinterest.

“I’ll just be a minute, Charles,” Rey assures him.

“I didn’t say you could get out.”

“Get in that house.”

“Nope. Just going to sit here and stare at you.”

“Get in the house.”

“La la la la.”

“Fine, I’ll go in your house and open the door for you. How’s that?”

“Do not set foot on my property!”

“I’m going to spit all over your grass, all over your porch, all over your door. How do you like that?”

“You’re a jerk!”

I follow him as he walks up to my porch.

“Go away! Take your fancy limo and drive your ass home. I don’t need any of it.”

“Well you sure needed me to pay for your dinner, didn’t you?”

“Yes, because you asked me out.”

I shove him out of my way and unlock the door with my key.

“Good, go inside.”

“I am going inside,” I say as I open the door. “So I can call the cops on you.”

“No, you're not."

“YES I am.”

I shut the door behind me…

And he pushes his way inside!

“Get out of here!

“Are you calling the cops?”

“Well, that depends…are you trespassing?"

I stare into his eyes, both of us on fire inside. I look at him, chest heaving up and down, and he stares back. That strange, delirious moment where I don’t know if I want him dead or inside of me.

He takes me into his arms and kisses me. His arms are powerful, his temperament scary—so scary that my body surrenders to him. It feels wrong, like it’s not even me thinking or reacting. Just my femininity allowing him to overpower me. At first, my lips are still…quivering…

But as I taste him and feel his warmth, I start to kiss him back. The electricity of the moment stuns me. I can’t even breathe…I can only kiss him back and struggle to match his passion.

He wants me so bad…maybe even more than I want him. My body trembles as he lowers his hand from my cheek down to my neck. He stops kissing me long enough to look into my eyes…I feel only weakness. I can only stare at him, wondering what he wants to do. Begging…dammit…begging him to finish what he started.

He kisses me again, then works his way down to my sensitive neck. Every time he kisses my skin, my senses tingle. Every time I feel his breath against my body I freeze in place.

I can’t even object because my voice is silenced by breathless lust. Yes…take me to the bedroom.

His eyes refuse my request. Instead, he fights…he resists my will. He taunts me.

“What are you wearing?”

“Wha…what…”

“Under here.”

I groan and drop my mouth open, as he begins lifting my skirt from the bottom. Eager to find the real me. Desperate to strip me of all pretentions and see who I am on the inside.

He reaches past the hem and up my legs, taking the dress up…

Only to reveal my yoga leggings.

“This? You’re wearing this underneath?”

“Aaahhh…” I reply, already getting wet with shame.

“Why?”

“B-Because…”

“Because you know it turns me on? Because you knew I’d take you back here and fuck you?”

“B-Because…it makes me feel sexy.”

“Makes you want to get fucked?”

“Uh huh…”

He reaches down and tears my skirt apart!

“Uhhh!”

“Is this what you want?” he roars at me, tearing my clothes off just so he can put his mouth closer to my intimacy.

“Unnnhhh…” is all I can say, as he hugs my leggings, putting his face next to my thighs. My skin is inflamed. My throat is dry and softly gagging. I can’t resist him…I don’t want to resist him. But I fear just how good this is going to feel.

He kisses a path from my thighs to my skin tight crotch. My pussy lips squeezing out. So tight…so inviting. I used to dare men to look at me when I wore the leggings out in public. But he’s the first man to ever go beyond and to take what he wanted. Take what I offered.

He puts his lips right on my pubic mound. I can feel his lips on my neatly trimmed bush. He can’t see it…but he can feel it pressed against his mouth.

I shudder and let out a guttural, “Oh God…” which only encourages him to push me further.

“Oh no…” I say in desperation as he grabs my leggings and starts to tear them apart. “They’re expensive…I need…”

“I’ll buy you some more,” he commands, as he tears my leggings straight from the thighs to my bare pussy. No longer left to his imagination…now I stand naked, wet and ready before him.

I breathe a series of heated breaths as he plants kisses all over my bush and then caressing up to my tummy. It’s almost too much to bear and I struggle to breathe. I shoo him away from my pussy, just so I can catch my breath…just so I can survive this moment.

But he won’t have it. He takes me firmly in hand and turns me around—shoving me forward and careening against the wall. He puts his hot, hungry lips all over my butt, tasting my forbidden flesh.

I struggle against my own thoughts. I deserve better than him. This is what he does to all his women. But…it feels so good. It’s exactly what I need right now. Exactly what my heart…no, my loins want to feel.

I groan out loud as he puts his lips right in the crack of my ass, Oh God, right near my pussy and asshole. He’s relentless. He wants to taste me, all of me. He tongues his way to my center and works his mouth as freely as a vibrator.

I clutch onto the wall just to hang on. He tongues my ass, my pussy, with naked nasty desire. He can’t stop…he won’t stop. He won’t stop until he owns my body.

He licks my pussy from behind and gets several sighs from my shivering lips. Jesus Christ, I’ve never made a man so hard before. He hasn’t even shut the door closed. We haven’t even decided what we’re doing. We’re just victims of the moment, trapped in a feeling.

He’s finally had enough. He spins me around and lifts me up by the legs, ready to use me in every way I deserve. I fall helplessly over his shoulder and wiggle up and down—loving the feeling of resisting him. Even though I know he’s going to make violent love to me. And even though I know I’m going to have orgasms against my will.

I have a small house so the bedroom is easy to find. He looks down the hallway and identifies the largest room. He walks over and enters, throwing me down on the halfway made bed.

I look on in awe as he pulls his shirt apart, Hulk-style, not giving a damn about the buttons. We’re ruining our clothes for sure, but we don’t care.

He crawls on top of me and further tears apart what’s left of my dress and leggings, eager to make me completely naked. I rub my hands all over his strong muscles, feeling the lines of his perfect physique. Just hairy enough. Tight and toned. His perfectly shaved face rubbing against my stomach…

My black bra is still fastened tight and he’s staring at my breasts like they’re exotic treasures there for the taking. He roughly pulls down my bra cups and pulls my hard nipples out to play with.

I shriek again, welcoming his steamy mouth onto my nipples, ready to submit. Taste them…taste me…make me feel your lust.

I groan every time he licks my nipples, unable to control myself. He takes turns sucking my nipples, getting them even harder, and more sensitive.

“Ahhhh!” I groan loudly, as I grab his full head of hair, pulling back and forth as he slobbers over my tits. Yes…get them wet! Give me all of your bodily fluids. Make me wet and dirty. Claim my body as your territory.

I writhe all over the bed as he jolts my senses awake. My exposed nipples, stimulated by his lips and the tight grip of the bra, are becoming even more sensitive.

Ohhh dear God…I think I’m cumming!

“Aaahhhh! R-Rey! Rey!” I squeal and my breasts shake back and forth, suffering a nipple orgasm a little too early. But I can’t help it…I’m so horny for him. So sensitive…

“Ohhh!” I coo again as he squeezes my nipples harder, using both hands and fingertips.

I pant and wheeze, as he kisses my breasts and then down to my belly.

“Take your pants off,” I say softly, looking deeply into his eyes. Just about as deep as I want him inside of me.

He pulls back and treats me to a show. He smiles calmly as he unbuckles his belt slowly. I bite down on my lips in anticipation. His muscles flex as he unzips and brings his pants down.

I can’t help myself…I crawl over to him and start kissing and caressing his stomach. I touch his grown member through his blue boxers.

“You want that cock?”

“Yess…” I reply as he forces me to look him in the eye. “Yesss…”

“Pull my pants down.”

“Aahhaaa…”

I do as I’m told getting wetter by the second. I take a gulp as I behold his mammoth cock. A huge member that has to be going on ten inches. My jaw drops at the sheer size of his penis…how can I possibly fit that inside…

“Ohhh God, ohhh God…” I mutter as he crawls on top of me, anxious and trembling himself…burning with desire. Needing to wet his cock with my juices.

“Ohhhh ohhh I’m so wet…”

“Spread your legs. Farther.”

“Ummmm…” I say dizzy from the tension, doing as I’m told, letting his big dick enter me. I feel the first lunge and squint my face. Not painful, but surprisingly full. Like to the limit…stretching me out to a comfortable squeeze. I wait patiently as he slips more inches into my wet pussy.

My voice cracks and I sing syllables of worship. Such a big cock…I welcome him inside. Spreading apart. Feeling the wet slush of his cock moving in deeper. My breathing intensifies as he begins thrusting firmly.

“Yess…yess…fill me up.”

“Shut up and take my cock.”

“Ummmhmmm!” I shriek back.

“Look at me,” he says with a stern face. “Look at me while I’m fucking you.”

“Ohhh yes!” I mewl back to him, having no choice to but to focus on his thick cockhead moving deeper inside.

“Look at me, Lyndia.”

“Yess…fuck me.”

“What?”

“Fuck me…please fuck me…”

“You want to get fucked? Huh?”

“Yessss…fuck me please…”

“Fuck you what?”

“Pleeeease. Please fuck me.”

“Harder? And deeper?” he says, condescendingly, rudely…like an asshole. But it feels so good. He makes me beg for his cock then he pushes it deeper and thrusts harder.

My pussy wall engorges and floods, drenching his hard cock in my juices. I can’t help but get even wetter while I accommodate him. I groan every time he pushes an inch deeper.

“Tell me you want my cock. Beg for it.”

“Ohhh God!” I scream in reluctant orgasm. The more he talks that way the wetter my pussy gets. I can’t help but clench down on his cock with my pussy walls…keeping him inside wanting him deeper and harder.

“Say it.”

“Yeeeess…I want it. Oh God fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

“Like that?” he says, pounding me in a series of rough thrusts.

“YES! Oh God like that. Don’t stop!”

“Spread your legs.”

“Mmmm!” I say, barely able to cooperate, but I manage to pull my legs even farther apart, giving him more pussy to use.

“Ohhh you’re so tight,” he mutters breaking his character.

“Yesss…fuck me…fuck me like that…don’t stop.”

“Hummmm…” he grunted, finally breaking character and admitting silently that my pussy was fucking amazing.

“What’s the matter?” I say with a devious smile. “No staying power?”

“Huhhhhrrrr…” he says with an angry smile. He takes it as a challenge and tenses his body. Oh boy, here we go!

He starts mad fucking me hard, throttling my pussy hole with everything he’s got!

My mouth juts open and I take his full cock, in and out, hard-hitting and balls deep inside of me.

“Ohhh! Ohhh Rey! Ohh Rey!”

“Come on!” he growls back. “Take my cock, take my cock.”

“Oh yesss! Yes, Rey!”

“Be a good girl and take it all in.”

“Mmmm!”

“You look at me, Lyndia. You look at me while you cum all over my cock.”

“Ohhhh!” I erupt, barely able to keep my eyes open.

My legs hug him around tightly while my pussy grinds against him. He’s so deep inside of me, it actually gives me tremors to feel him withdraw. Our voices are in unison. I have no choice but to follow his orders and drench his cock in my orgasm.

“Ohh Rey…I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum on me. Cum all over me. Come on, cum like a good bitch. Cum like a bitch!”

“OHHH!”

His dirty talking sends me into overdrive. I do exactly what he says and when he says it. I squirt out even more pussy juices all over his cock and wet the bed like a little slut groupie—just like all the others he’s had.

It doesn’t make me jealous. It just turns me on. I quiver as I feel him thrusting, still hard and fast, enough staying power to make me come again.

“Ohhhh yes! Keep fucking me!”

“Say it!” he says, tensing up in the face and all over his body. His cock is hard but definitely being pulled tight…he’s just a few more thrusts away from cumming himself.

“Fuck me like a bitch!”

“Aaaahhhh!” he replies, a desperate face, ready to cum all over the place.

Which reminds me…

“I’m not on anything. Don’t cum in me!” I say softly…

“Now you fucking tell me!”

He very quickly withdraws before I send him into orgasm.

“Ohhhh God I’m cumming again!” I scream, coming for the third time.

“You like that? Huh?” he madly stares me down, very impressed at himself—and damned if he should be.

“I want your titties,” he says in hulking animalistic fury.

“Yesss…” I say, spacing out and seeing stars.

He pulls my bra off my tits and upwards, ramming his throbbing cock into my cleavage. My breasts and the black bra keep his cock firmly in place as he tittyfucks me as fast as lightning.

“YES! Fuck my tits! Cum all over my tits!”

“Yeah? Yeah?”

“Ohhh give it to me! Give me all of it-!”

He unleashes his wrath upon me! His voice grunts powerfully, so loud and daunting. His body tenses up and then freezes suddenly.

And just as I began convulsing in a fourth orgasm I feel a fountain of sperm spilling all over my breasts, all over my bra, all over my chest and stomach.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!”

“Ohhh Lyndia…” he groans, yanking all the rest of his cum out and dripping onto my body.

I watch in fascination, in spiritual admiration, as his cum drains out and his penis gradually shrinks before my eyes.

We both sing, shriek, pant and breathe deeply, trying to return to back to reality. Back from that crazy trip to sexual psychosis! My God…

Now that I’m recovering from that monster orgasm, I’m wondering just what the hell happened.

“Wow…oh wow.”

“Yeah…” he replies, as confused and dazed as I am.

He falls next to me on the bed and we both wheeze, trying to return to normal breathing.

“Shit…” I say and it feels so good to swear after a thorough fucking like I haven’t had in ages.

“Yeah…that was something.” He inhales. I look over at him and smile.

“That was really good. You…brought stuff out of me I didn’t really know I had in me.”

“You too,” he said cautiously. “I’m usually not uh…that uninhibited.”

“Oh no?”

“A lot of that was just like, automatic. I was even thinking like…did I say that? Did I just call her a bitch?”

I laugh hard. “I’ve never talked that way before, honestly. It felt…very liberating. To be able to eschew roles and PC attitudes and just…you know…fuck like animals. No logic. No morals, no code. Just emotion.”

“It’s fun to swear, isn’t it?” he says with a naughty smile.

“It was a lot of fun!” I giggle and then point in warning. “Umm, so protocol. No telling Reagan or Nate.”

“Of course not. Not classy.”

“And please leave.”

“Please leave?” he laughs. “You mean you don’t want me spending the night?”

“Noooo I don’t.”

“Teasing. Oh shit…I never told my limo driver what was happening!”

We both start cracking up.

“Damn, that poor dude…is he like, still outside?”

“Uhhh…” Rey checks his phone messages. “Nope, looks like he got annoyed and told me to fuck off. Went home already.”

“Guess you need an Uber.”

“You’re right! A first time for everything, I guess.”

“Funny! Well, please get going.”

He laughs. “I will. Just let me use the can and get a bite to eat.”

“Ummm, no. Please just leave.”

“For real?” he says with a tilt.

“Yes for real,” I say losing my smile. “I don’t want you to make yourself at home.”

“Not even done with the afterglow and you’re already regretting everything? Impressive, Miss Rouge.”

“I don’t regret it,” I clarify for him. “But I don’t trust you…I need for you to leave, so I can feel safe and secure again.”

“You don’t trust me…but you slept with me?”

“Do you trust me?” I say with a cold stare.

“Nope. Especially now.”

“Good. So we agree then.”

“So you’re literally banning me from using the bathroom and snacking from your refrigerator?”

“YES! It’s my house and my rules.”

“Get the hell out of here,” he laughs.

“Rey, what we do in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. Don’t you dare invade my life and try to tell me what to do. I meant what I said. Yes, we had sex it was great but the principle still stands. Don’t ever come on my property unless you’re invited.”

“Don’t ever cum on your property?”

“Ha-ha, you know what I mean, pervert.”

“I know what you mean. And I see how you play your game too.”

“It’s not a game.”

“Jesus Christ, woman. You are the most spoiled little princess I’ve ever met.”

“Maybe that’s just your hatred of young, smart women talking, buddy.”

“Naah!”

He stands up, dick and ass naked in front of me. Not a care in the world. Very proud of his body as well he should be.

I take turns staring hatefully into his eyes…and looking down to admire the beauty of his flaccid penis. I can’t even help but smile as I check out his manhood and tight abs.

“Getting a good look, Lyndia?”

“Oh yeah,” I say with a smirk. “And I stand by what I said. You hate women. You resent young people. You’re a cheap bastard and you are very controlling.”

He laughs it off.

“Well since we’re being totally honest with each other. Let me just say…although you’re really good in bed…like really really good…you’re still a sanctimonious hypocrite. That holier-than-thou bullshit attitude you hide behind isn’t fooling anybody. Deep down you’re insecure. And you criticize people constantly because you’re afraid.”

“Afraid?” I say, not bothering to cover up my nipples and pussy…which he occasionally glances at, still very impressed at how he wore my equipment out tonight.

Mmm…very sexy. The rush of orgasm still warms my body.

“Afraid that your life is meaningless. This sort of really obvious secret that you have, that says if you’re not constantly criticizing people then you’re failing in life. The question is, what ARE you doing for people, Lyndia?”

I lose my smile. Now it’s hitting too close to home.

“Criticizing everyone you meet isn’t happiness. That’s for damned sure.”

“And what do you do? Play fucking baseball all your life?”

“A lot of people love baseball.”

“A lot of people love professional wrestling too. Even though it’s just a bullshit game and a bullshit scam to make a lot of money. You think baseball is any different?”

“Owch…” he says, as he gets dressed.

“Yeah well…thanks for telling me my life is worthless.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“YES it is! God…you’re such an asshole sometimes, Rey.”

He stops and stares…letting that one soak in.

Jesus…what kind of crazy relationship is this? We go from explosive sex to mean hurtful comments in just a few minutes?

“Yeah well…I give to charity, you know. I mean…I know I come across as an asshole and maybe I am. But I do give. Nate got me into the habit of giving to charity last year. I don’t make a big thing out of it, but I do it.”

“Great. Congratulations, Rey,” I say, still sore and pouting with my lips. “You won. You scored. Happy now?”

“Uhh yeah, any happier and I’d be cumming twice.”

“Just remember that not everyone has the great life that you have. Not everyone has a million dollars to give to a charity. Even though we want to make a difference, not everyone fucking can. Some of us are just stuck making minimum wage at a job we hate.”

Rey listens blankly. Maybe he gets it…maybe not. But at least I shut him up.

“Now please leave.”

“Okay…going.”

“Good.”

“But…I want to see you again.”

“What? No,” I say with a headshake.

He smiles. “But I really like you.”

“Too bad,” I say, fighting a smile. “You’re a jerk. This was…not a mistake, but was a one-time thing. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Yeah but…I’m persistent. I’m going to charm you. Wine and dine you. Make you laugh because of my amazing wit. Seduce you with a striptease. Cook you dinner and wear down your defenses.”

I finally smirk back at him.

“Maybe we don’t like each other, Lyndia. But the truth is…maybe we’re good for each other.”

I laugh at the thought and watch as Rey leaves my house, already tapping away at his phone and ordering an Uber ride.

His statement keeps returning to me. Maybe we don’t’ like each other…but maybe we’re good for each other.

It’s an odd statement…one I’ll have to mull over.

Maybe love is just chaos. Maybe the more confusing and irrational the relationship is, the more intense it feels.