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nice reminder I’m going to be here for a
while.
    Still no response from the woman sipping hot
chocolate.
    On a whim, I grab the large candle off the
table in the corner and set it on the low coffee table in front of
the futon. I fist the die in one hand and shake it vigorously,
trying to look silly. Nothing. I open my hand and the plastic
rattles across the wood, settling on a side with a couple locked in
an embrace.
    I pick it up and angle it toward the candle
so I can discern the sexual position better. “Doggie-style. Good
one.”
    I glance at Katrina to see if she’s shocked
or bored…something—I’d like to see a reaction of any kind. She
lifts one shoulder and lets it drop, unwilling to meet my eyes. I’d
like to keep her talking if I can. What drove her to have sex with
strangers? Could she have been a call girl or something? What would
drive a woman to make such a choice?
    Despite my earlier claims of wanting nothing
deep, she’s got my attention. I hadn’t realized what an attractive
challenge a distant woman would make. Contrary to my past exploits,
this one I’d like to get to know better.
    “It’s also called cow position, or the congress of a cow , in the Kama Sutra,”
she says in a low tone. “There’s a few variations with legs open or
closed while kneeling, supporting yourself on hands or elbows… that
kind of thing.”
    I hadn’t expected her to know historical
names, or to chime in with fun facts. Good sign. “Really? I hadn’t
known.”
    Her head whips to the side to stare at me,
an incredulous look on her face.
    “Back up there, honey. I have had sex in
that position.” I smile to diffuse the tension. “I meant the name.
I’m well aware of the different ways to…er, uh… change it up.”
    “Oh.”
    Yeah, this is going well. I’ll try again.
Smooth operator. Yeah, that’s me. “So… you… um… didn’t care for
being taken from behind?”
    “Not really.” She averts her gaze again.
“Maybe it was me.”
    “Maybe it was the guy.”
    “Whatever.”
    She fidgets on the couch, obviously
uncomfortable, but still talking to me about it.
    “If it’s done right I think both parties
can… enjoy it.” I adjust my growing woody. This is turning into an
interesting conversation.
    Katrina squirms and lowers her feet back to
the floor. “Hey, is it getting hot in here? The AC is off. I bet it
was bound to happen.”
    I hide a grin and help her out. “Could be
the hot drink, too.”
    I roll the dice again, eager to see what she
says about the next position. This is more fun than I thought it
would be. I examine the side facing up. “Sixty-nine. Always a crowd
pleaser.”
    “Hmph… leave it to a guy to say that.” She
pulls her toned legs up to sit Indian style on the futon and glares
at me once before looking away.
    “What? I am a guy.”
I pick up my cocoa and relax back on the couch. “What’s wrong with
good ole soixante neuf? ”
    “The French name sounds so much nicer.
Nothing’s wrong with it, per se. It’s just hard for a woman to
really enjoy it with the guy shoved down her throat.”
    I’ve known women who prefer the position to
straight oral, but I wisely refrain from saying anything. She does
have a point. Could be why when I’ve been in a situation where
we’re both mutually enjoying the position, and the woman has her
peak, she’s not trying to deep throat me. I cringe at the thought
of the teeth-scraping-skin injury that could induce—you know, with
all the spasms during a good orgasm. Yikes.
    “You’re turn to roll,” I say.
    “What? Me?” She sits up quickly, spine
straight and a frantic look on her face. “How is it my turn? You
just started rolling the dice on your own. I didn’t agree to play a
game with you.” Her anxiety level has shot through the roof. Maybe
this wasn’t such a good idea.
    “Relax, Katrina.” I reach out to touch her
knee. “I was just trying to have some fun.” I remove my hand and
motion to the room with the mug