Page 58 of Dirty Reads

“That first night? You stuck your big fat dick in me. I was drunk as fuck. You didn’t know me. You were going to fuck me and forget me. You told me that. You said that’s all anyone got from you. And then you stuck your finger in my ass.”

“You told me to.”

“I wasn’t done.” She chuckled. “Anyway. I came all over your big fat cock, collapsed, and flopped onto my knees and sucked you off. You came like a porn star. And I swallowed that shit. So what, you’re going to tell me that was love?”

I shrugged. “No.”

“Was it gross?” she asked.

“No.”

“Okay, then why is me eating that oyster gross?”

“It just is.”

“Swallowing cum is more gross.”

“Why don’t you barf it up?”

She took a drink of wine, cleared her throat, and leaned forward. “Do you think girls like swallowing cum? Do you think we like the taste?”

I shrugged. I hadn’t really thought about it. As many of them did it, it would stand to reason that there was some redeeming quality about the taste. “I guess so.”

“We don’t. It’s fucking gross. Its slippery, slimy, salty, and bitter. It’s like rotten salty raw eggs.”

The three oysters I had eaten were churning in my stomach. “Why do you do it?”

“The same reason every other girl does it. We want to make you happy. To satisfy you.”

“But you don’t like it?”

“Fuck no. But I like doing it.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Maybe not to you. But it does to me. Look at it this way. The night I met you I swallowed your spunk. I swallowed that shit and acted like it was candy. Did that turn you on?”

I nodded. “Fuck yeah.”

“Okay. And look at me now. I’m still here. I bet if I would have collapsed on the bed and fell asleep I wouldn’t be.”

“Probably not.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Because you lacked determination or something.”

“And now you know why I tried four times to eat that raw fucking oyster.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you wanted me to try it. And for the same reason I swallowed you cum, I was determined to swallow that grotesque little clam or whatever those fuckers are. I wanted you to be happy with me.”

I considered her logic and eventually nodded. “I think it makes sense.”

She laughed. “You think so?”

“I do.”