I came to say goodbye. To break up with you. To stop seeing you. To become free.

As we talked, and I stutt-stutt-stuttered my way through the reasons why, I became more aware of your lips. I noticed your eyes, always, but I kept looking at your lips, and visions of you fucking me nibbled at my consciousness.

How could I ask for such a thing, for you to caress my body and penetrate me with ease and pleasure when I had just finished telling you I didn't want you any more? How unbelievably crass and perverted. But I did. I wanted you more now than ever. So somehow, I don't even know the exact words, I asked -

were you still available for booty calls?

Yes - you said yes. I could call. And we made love.

Of course it was the best.