BadApple: yes
MrD: On your knees in front of him or on the bed?
BadApple: yes
MrD: I’m so hard right now.
BadApple: isn’t that the point of u perving on my sex life?
MrD: Did he fuck you doggy-style?
BadApple: no
MrD: I’d fuck you doggy-style. I bet you’d look good on your hands and knees.
BadApple: amateur hour
MrD: What?
BadApple: Hands and knees. Nobody does that. It’s not the 90s.
MrD: You don’t do doggy? You don’t know what you’re missing.
BadApple: doggy but not like that
MrD: How would you want me to fuck you doggy-style?
BadApple: I wouldn’t
MrD: Then Royal. How would you like him to fuck you doggy-style?
BadApple: With his hand in my hair holding my face in the pillow
There’s a long pause, so I have to assume Mr. D is off blowing his load. I feel dirty and slightly sick. I get up and check the fridge again, debating whether to eat mayonnaise out of the jar. At least I’ll know if it’s Royal next time we fuck. He’ll definitely want to do that if he got off on picturing it. I wander back to the computer. It takes him a full five minutes to write back.
MrD: What position?
BadApple: were still on this?
MrD: You didn’t finish.
BadApple: standing, missionary, cowgirl
MrD: You rode him?
BadApple: yes
MrD: Was he good?
BadApple: yes
MrD: Did he make you cum?
BadApple: yes
MrD: How many times?
BadApple: 10