“Jemistry, you have a lot of trust issues. I get that. And what happened with Winsome’s crazy ass didn’t help, but I’m not fucking around on you. I can’t make you believe it, but I hope that I’m not going to have to go through this kind of speculation on the regular. I want us to have a long, peaceful life together. That’s it. That’s all.”
I decided to lighten up the mood.
“You know, being pregnant has heightened my senses.” I pointed to my vagina. “Especially down there.”
“What do you mean, especially down there?”
“I’ve been playing with myself a lot more lately.”
Tevin chuckled. “You don’t need to play with yourself. You have me.”
I pouted. “Why can’t I have the best of both worlds?”
He doesn’t get it!
“I was thinking. Maybe we could make love with a device inside of me.”
“A device? You want me to share you with a big-ass vibrator or dildo?”
“First off, I have not seen a vibrator or dildo that can give your elephantine dick a run for its money.”
We both laughed.
“I’m talking about a bullet. I’ll stick it in, turn it on, and then you can bang my pussy out while it turns us both out.”
Tevin looked appalled. “I’m not using a sex toy!”
“Why not?”
“Because . . . because I love you.”
I giggled. “You have completely lost me.” I waved my hand toward the ceiling. “That went way over my head.”
“Let me school you on something about men, baby. All that freaky shit in the bedroom is cool. Food play, role-play, whips, chains, blindfolds, all kinds of shit. But to ask a man to share you with a sex toy steps over the line. Men will do that with women they are just fucking. It is what it is, but when a man loves a woman, he wants to feel like he can satisfy her all by himself.
“Asking me to be up inside of you with a bullet is like asking me to be up in you with another man’s dick.”
I fell out laughing. “You are completely shot out. That is the craziest thing that I’ve ever heard.”
“It’s crazy to you because you’re a female. What if I asked you to let me put a female blow-up doll next to us in bed so I could go back and forth between the two of you? Or even if I pulled out of you and started jacking myself off? How would that make you feel?”
I stood there pondering what he had just said. He may have been onto something.
“I see your reasoning, kind of. However, women are supposed to use sex toys.”
“Says who?” Tevin stared at me. “Exactly. Women making excuses for using a bunch of sex toys and saying that they’re for variety is like men saying that they go out and fuck other women for variety. Those are merely attempts to justify wanting to do what you want to do regardless.”
Again, he had a point. I had never thought of it that way. Men did often claim that they cheated because their wives or girlfriends weren’t giving them what they needed at home. A lot of women cheated as well, but Tevin’s theory about sex toys being a substitute for a man’s dick was valid. Then again, a lot of women weren’t getting any dick on the regular. They still needed to relieve some stress.
“I see where you’re coming from but, on the real, a lot of women get used to utilizing toys during dick droughts. When they get a man, they still use them because they’re a part of their lifestyle at that point. It’s part of their routine, like getting a manicure and pedicure every other weekend, or getting their hair done every week, or working out at the gym three days a week. At least they’re not fucking someone else.”
Tevin took me into his arms and slobbered me down. I felt his dick harden against my midriff.
I pulled away. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Hell, all this talk about fucking, inanimate objects inside your pussy . . . inside my pussy. Of course, I’m horny now.” He pecked me on the lips. “Aren’t you?”
I grinned and started taking off my clothes. “Baby, I was born horny.”