I was getting dressed for work and showed off my breasts while he still lay in his bed. I let him have access to them before I dressed them, as usual, because he loves them.

"Do we have time to f**k?"

No response from me. I was just playing while dressing as usual. Silence. Moments pass.

"Screw it." he said

*flips me over and gets into position*

"You can't just present those to me and then run away. What is this?"

As much as I had no wish to have been rammed again, this morning (but was, anyway), that last comment from him was bloody hilarious, I thought.

As things very slowly draw to a close for us (little does he know), I still love some of the interaction between us. Funny little exchange. Small things amusing small minds.