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072 :: Talking about fucking
Naomi lay on the bed with the speakers in her ears. She was doing an exercise on LearnEnglish. Slowly. Peter came into the room. He showered. He sat on the bed wrapped in a towel.
You okay. (Peter)
Yes. (Naomi)
You seem quiet. Do you want to talk. (Peter)
Okay. (Naomi)
Do not worry about English if you need to talk. (Peter)
Naomi nodded slowly while reading the translation of his words on her Skroll. She spoke.
I okay. The sex is nothing. It is a nice idea. John and Diane need help fucking. When I am old I want to have someone to help me fuck. When I am bored of my partner I want help with physical love. It is better than finding another man to fuck. Or not fucking at all. My parents did not fuck when they got old. I mean before my mother was sick. They were just angry with each other. Angry with words they did not speak. The unspoken. So many words unspoken. It was always small things. Forgetting the post. Leaving a mess on the table. I wonder what they really were really angry about. (Naomi)
When I am old I am going to talk about everything. The small things. The big things. I am going to talk about fucking. About lust. About that urgent desire to have that satisfaction that is out of reach. About the cravings that drive you on through awkward rumblings towards ecstasy. I know how it works. First the sex becomes easy. He knows my turn ons. I know his turn offs. Orgasms become realistic. His orgasm. My orgasm. Mutual orgasms. Expected orgasms. But then they come less often. The lust ebbs away as naturally as the tide going out again. Shex becomes more function less desire until it is just function. Nothing more. Then there is an emptiness. Just a weekly fuck on a Sunday morning. If we were not here John would never touch Diane. Diane is already sad. Imagine how sad she would be without us. And John would be fucking the intern at the office party. Or a call girl. I think that is more John’s style. (Naomi)
Peter said nothing for a while.
Just be careful with that man from yesterday. He is not nice. (Peter)
Show please. (Naomi)
Naomi held up her Skroll. Peter shook his head.
There is no playback from yesterday. That is why I say be careful. (Peter)
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