I faked it.
It’s true. I told him how good it
was and then, God help me, I even begged for more. What else could I do? He had tried so hard to please me. And though he probably shouldn’t have boasted
quite so much about his prowess in this area, I didn’t have the heart to hurt
his feelings.
I seriously have to wonder though just where he
got this delusion about himself. I can’t
be the first woman he’s disappointed like this.
Had the others faked it, as well?
The thing is, I really like him.
He’s a great guy. But he wants
to do it again tomorrow night and I don’t think I can take it. So, I guess I really have no choice, do I? I’ll
just have to tell him the truth…
But it can wait until morning. He may be a crappy cook, but he’s great in
bed.
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