But her constant lame attempts at flirtation, trying to turn me on by saying she'd suck me off -- while perpetually reminding me that there was no way she could swallow -- did grate on my nerves. If you want to keep a lover around, you don't flat-out tell him you won't do something he likes (unless it's dangerous or degrading or whatever). You play along with the fantasy, coyly, even if you never actually fulfill it.
"Nonstopdrivel" wrote: