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Jul 28, 2022 11:30 pm
G'day, ,
You would have received an email from me a short while ago and you will receive two more emails over the next couple of days. I wanted to explain why this was happening.
I recently changed email providers and when I changed you over to the new system, it immediately started sending you through my welcome emails.
Once the welcoming process is completed, we will return to our regular once-a-month schedule.
As an apology for the inconvenience, here's another snippet from my current project! As usual, this is raw, unedited, and subject to change. Please do not share.
He places his bag on the luggage rack, and looks around the room. AJ walks over to the bed and presses down on the mattress, then turns to me with a sparkle in his eye. “Are you nervous? Because I’m nervous and I really hope I’m not alone in my nerves.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, making his bicep bulge. My eyes follow the action with appreciation. “I’ve never had sex on demand before.”
Uhm, what? His words jolt me out of my stupor.
What does he mean, he’s never had sex on demand before? Does he think we’re going to have sex tonight?
I can’t have sex with him. Whenever someone sticks their dick in me, I fall in love with them. I can’t separate my emotions from the act. My stupid hormones and heart think it’s love. It’s why I can’t have one-night stands like Mel.
Well, this is awkward. I shuffle on my feet, glancing around the small space. Has the room shrunk? It suddenly feels too small. And hot. Is it hotter in here? My pulse pounds in my ears like a drum line.
AJ steps into my space, and this close I can smell his citrus aftershave. He smells so freaking good—his pheromones are playing havoc with my senses. I tip my head back, hoping he didn’t notice me drawing in a deep breath of his scent. “Are you okay, Sarah?”
I nod, then bite my bottom lip, his eyes dropping to the action. His eyes dilate and nostrils flare. I take half a step back, putting more space between us. “I, uh, think maybe there’s been a … a … misunderstanding.”
Creases form across his forehead and his eyes narrow. “In what way?”
“Well, uh, we don’t actually need to have sex for me to get knocked up.” I semi chuckle awkwardly as I spin on my heel and head toward the bathroom. Collecting the equipment I placed there earlier, I turn back toward AJ, bumping into him. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t realize you were behind me.”
He glances down at the items in my hands, then back up at my face. “What the hell is that for?” He waves his hand around the items I’m holding.
I hold one of the items up higher. “Well, you’re going to collect your semen in this collection condom.” I shake the pink packet in front of him. “Then you can go home. I’ll use this syringe to get the sperm where it needs to go.” I wave the plastic device around between us as I explain the process—I assumed he would be familiar with the collection process. Both items are sealed to keep them sterile until we’re ready to use them.
He studies the items as if he’s never seen either of them before, then his eyes flick up to mine as his hands land on his hips. He opens and closes his mouth several times, then raises his hand to grasp the back of his neck, making his bicep bulge again. Nice. “You can’t be serious.”
“What do you mean? Of course I’m serious. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.” I place the items back on the vanity.
~Sarah Stanfield
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