I’m climbing into bed and you start hinting that you’d like to have sex with me (your girlfriend). Babe, I know it’s Valentine’s Day, but I’m not really in the mood to have sex with you. You can tell something is off about my mood, I’m being a bit cold to you. I finally agree to let you go down on me. As you lick my hairy pussy, you can tell I’m not really into it. You thought I loved it when you went down on me, what’s the problem?? But something’s off; you can taste something funny down there… wait, do you taste condom down there!? You say something and I flip out at the accusation! How dare you accuse me of cheating on you! But then, I can’t keep this up anymore and I come clean; I snuck off on my lunch break and fucked my coworker today. Yes, on Valentine’s Day! And I have no regrets; in fact, we should just break up now because you are just absolutely terrible in bed. I start to humiliate you and your terrible love-making skills, and it’s not even about the size of your dick! I’m so relieved after I get all of this off my chest and excited to start my new life as a sexually empowered single woman. For you? You get the couch tonight, and think about getting some self-help books in the morning.
