And… Out She Comes Again (Dark Side part 2)

Ten days later, after being on the phone with Him for three hours looking at random rich people stuff like ancient family crests, he asks, “Why don’t you just come over here instead of talking on the phone?” A buzzed, 10pm version of me... and although I don't want to admit it, maybe also my vagina, gets just slightly giddy, just enough to agree with Him's suggestion. Why not? It was a Wednesday, he was going to rehab in just two days. One shower and one drive to Him’s place later, I parked in a guest spot in the multi-floor garage and came face to face with the devil himself and his angelic, beautiful white shaggy dog.

The routine started the same. Pouring a strong drink and sitting on the couch, half watching tv, half making fun of each other. But it wasn’t the same. There was some sort of electricity between us, as if we were on a first encounter, yet could see into each other's souls.

And how did this electric current manifest? As you can probably guess, I ended up naked and being seriously railed to the point where sweat was dripping down my face and my legs spasmed uncontrollably. Usually, this is where the Hims of the world go to sleep and when the time morning rolls around, you better be getting dressed and promptly showing yourself out the door. It's less criminal to steal a Michael Kors purse than to linger around the morning after getting a dicking from someone such as a stereotypical Him.

But not Him...Or for some reason, not with me- or at least for today. When morning came, Him didn’t want me gone. Clinging to me under the covers, Him held me so tight that the Dark Side might as well have been a fatty at an all you can eat buffet she was so happy.

So instead of an early exit…it was late.

The exit followed two orgasms, one where I squirted so much Him asked if I had peed all over his body. Whoops. I didn't care. If Him didn't like it, that was just a him problem. Around 1pm, the “wise” mind decided the Dark Side needed to go return to the back of the closet. Wise mind collected my crap and forced Him to walk me to the parking garage. He tempted me to skip going to the gym with another round of sweaty sex, but at that point luckily the Dark Side was buried under a pile of college sweatpants and couldn’t speak. Her vagina was also quite sore and couldn't possibly handle another round of thrusting, so essentially she was muted for the time being.

It makes me wonder… why does she, the Dark Side, even need to speak?