Between Sateen Sheets
His bunny ears flopped onto her face.
Susan flinched as the terry cloth grazed her brow.
“Ready for round 5?” he asked,
Smugness smeared across his face.
“I don’t know if I can take...this much pleasure,”
Susan lied.
She’d been faking orgasms for hours.
After a meal of sesame noodles and spring rolls,
The plum sauce had found its way into the bedroom.
Their bodies splayed across the sateen sheets,
He began to mount her.
“Oh heaven. Oh yes! Oh oh oh. That’s the spot. Shit-ah.”
Susan read from the cue cards she’d taped to the ceiling.
“You like how I’m the king, baby? Giving you orgasms all night?”
He’d gone off her script.
She paused, lost.
“Yes,” she ventured.
“Atta girl.”
Susan released a big sigh of relief.
“That was close,” she muttered to herself.
“Oh, you’re close?” he proudly whistled. “Me too.”
As he ejaculated all over her porcelain doll collection,
She wondered if she should finally delete Tinder.