“There isn’t too much off-limits for me in regards to fucking. I’m fond of experimenting. What others find taboo, I call an acquired taste. Sex for me is more than attaining climax, it’s a pilgrimage. Orgasms are a dime a dozen and forgotten the moment culmination recedes. Lewd, obscene fucking is my specialty. I’ll give you sex that’s so raunchy and disgusting you’ll need to bathe in holy water afterwards.”
“And when the journey ends?”
“We disembark, separately.”
“Is it always so simple for you?”
“It’s best to steer clear of complications.”
“W-we could f-fall in love,” she stutters.
This line of conversation is dangerous.
“Haven’t you been listening?” I ask, annoyed.
“Love is real.”
“Not between a man and a woman. It’s conditional, therefore an illusion.”
“That’s not true.”
“How would you know? You’ve never even had a boyfriend.”
“Everyone has a soul mate.”
I remember being young, dumb, and optimistic, until reality shot me in the fucking heart.
“You’re naïve.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“I thought so once, long ago.”
“What happened?”
“I discovered she was a conniving bitch.”
“Were you married?”
“Engaged. It’s fortunate I learned of her true objective before the wedding day.”
“Which you believe was monetary gain?”
“There’s no question that was her motivation.”
“Is she the reason why you’re this way?”
“And how am I exactly?” I ask irritably.
“You’re hurting.”
“No, I was fucking enraged, but I’m not anymore.”
“You are. You’re letting whatever occurred in the past prevent you from happiness.”
“Don’t think for a second you’re the beauty that can tame the beast,” I snarl.
“I’m just trying to understand you.”
