Arguments and Weeping Woman Syndrome...were practically guaranteed to get him hard. Fast.
He wasn't proud of himself. Practically like a disease...this fucking condition, he said.
It often happened when they had a humongous, crazy, stupid argument, and then she finally broke down and dissolved into a sea of tears. And wanted to kind of repent, or something. Be forgiven.
Symptoms for him were mainly a very hard prick.
Should be a better man, practically a disorder of some kind, like he said.
But, see...can't stop himself. Can't. Not proud of himself, okay? No, not proud of his...weakness.
He will let her take it out anyway. See, she wants to, this is what she wants. And let her wet-n'-wash it with tears off her cheeks, make it more salty. She seems to like that a lot, his stupid prick pressing against her face, drying her tears. And putting it in her mouth like a damned comforter babies used.
Oh, he'll admit it! He got some of his biggest hard ons like this. Strongest fucking orgasms. Crazy, he knows. Crazy. But there it is.
Like he said, he isn't proud, but finds this irresistible. In this sense some crazy arguments were practically worthwhile, but he never deliberately provoked them. He isn't that sick.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
