Forestalling
by Uther Pendragon
Copyright© 2002 by Uther Pendragon
Erotica Sex Story: Back in an apartment with Bob, Jeanette has newly acquired a diaphragm. They test it out. This is a dialogue-only story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Safe Sex .
"Is that you, Bob?"
"It's a burglar. I've come to steal a kiss."
"Guess what ... Mmmmmph."
"Mph, yourself. That kiss was worth stealing. And I love your outfit."
"Must be the shorts. You painted in the shirt when it was yours."
"Your style in bra. Besides you do things for the shirt."
"'Off' isn't a style. I saw that gynecologist today, and guess what?"
"She said that you've been overusing your genitalia and to give them a month's rest?"
"No-ope!"
"She discovered that I've infected you with 11 rare, but disgusting, venereal diseases?"
"One more wrong guess and I go back to fixing dinner."
"She prescribed a diaphragm and spermicide, gave them to you; and you have it inserted now -- just in case a sex maniac might come through the door and whisk you off to bed?"
"Right the third time. But the sex maniac had better hurry, my husband was due home thirty minutes ago."
"Sorry. Rush job. Bosses ain't professors. 'Sorry, Prof. Hot date. Gotta run, ' doesn't hack it."
"Bet your professors didn't give second make-ups on their exams."
"I think that I did remarkably well with my psychic powers."
"With no little clues from my having told you precisely what I planned to do?"
"Pure psychic powers. We have a union. Husbands never listen to what their wives tell them they are going to do."
"So Lorena says ... Well, I'll go back to fixing dinner."
"Let's check out the wonders of medical science first."
"Men! You only think of one thing."
"Nonsense. Mph. Mph."
"Let me get the shirt off first. The wash may have missed some of the goop you spilled on it ... Last one nekkid is a rotten egg."
"Cheat."
"Efficient! I'll help the rotten egg ... Now look here. Are you excited about going diving without your wet suit? Hmm?"
"Leave him alone. You didn't like rug burns ... Now where was I? Here? Mmmm. Maybe it was here. Mmmm mmm. I'd better check out the first one, again."
"The last one was my left one. And, if you do much more of this, I won't be able to walk to the bedroom."
"No problem."
"Watch that!"
"Sorry. They sure make bedroom doors narrow."
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