"Beautiful, isn't it." opening the passenger door.
"Yes" I replied getting in.
The roads were clear as we set off for home. It was still hard to believe that we would be living in the same apartment building, with only a few floors separating us.
Darryl rested his hand on my thigh and I turned a bright red, keeping my eyes focused on the palm lined street. Dismissing the image of us both naked.
"How often do you masturbate Adela?"
I choked, the hem of my dress moved pass my knees.
"Why don't you talk like a lawyer?" choosing not to answer his question.
"I lived in a small town in Georgia with my foster parents before we moved to the big city. Now answer my question."
"I don't. Not anymore."
"Why not?" his hands moving higher and I inch a little further on the seat.
The red deepened. "B...Because I can't. I can't get off that way again."
He stares at me from the corners of his eye, surveying my face.
"Do you need bondage, domination to get off. Is that why your past relationships has failed?" driving his car into the underground parking lot.
"Maybe" I whispered.
Perhaps my blood now simmers for things entirely not sweet. Things that I don't have the courage to say, not even to my therapist. Downright sinful things, that turn my blood boiling hot, that makes me extremely wet.