[100 days of 100 words] 42/100 - he said

[kitchen_kink]

In therapy, she complained to the doctor that I didn’t seem “there” during sex. I wasn’t “present,” she said. She always got the sense I was thinking of something else, or maybe someone else.

She was beautiful, desirable. I loved fucking her. I don’t know what else she wanted. Maybe sometimes my mind was elsewhere. It happens when you’ve been fucking the same person for five years. Sometimes we tried new stuff, tried to keep it interesting. But underneath the silk scarf blindfolds and strawberries and whipped cream, it was still us. Still same old us.

And I loved that.