I’m sorry. I'd rather not have anything F’d out of me, aside from
the obvious. Is that odd? Why do people use such terms?
“I’m going to F his brains out.”
“I’ll F the S out of her.”
It sounds somewhat gross to me. Naturally, I’m taking things
too literally as I often do. My mind ventures into a scene where she’s bouncing
away on top of me as the mattress squeals and I try to hold in my Orange
Chicken. Finally, she has overwhelmed me, I lose control, and crap the sheets
while a tiny bit of brain shoots from my ear onto the nightstand.
“There. I told you. I just F’d the S out of you and banged your brains out.”
“You’re proud of this?”
“Yes.”
“Look, there are so many other S-words I wouldn’t mind F’d
from me. There’s sperm, semen, sweat, snot, and even spit. Of all the S-words,
why that one?”
“It’s just a figure of speech. You don’t want me to say I’ll
F the sperm out of you, do you?”
“Not if you’re ovulating.”
“You know what I mean.”
“It all sounds odd and unfair. Conversely, I can’t F
anything out of you, can I?”
“I guess not. Well, a baby, but that’s a delayed reaction.”
“Horrors.”
“I guess some women ejaculate, so it is possible.”
“Great. Next time I’ll warm you up by saying I’m going to F
the milky white pussy snot out of you.”
“Lovely.”
Quiet lovemaking is what I long for: no words—just moans,
grunts, and sighs. I’ll give a pass to directions. We could all use those. Future
bedmates, take all the liberties you want with “To the left, right, harder, softer,
faster, slower, and kindly get the F off my hair.” Please don’t F anything out
of me. Please don’t refer to me as Papi or Daddy and don’t refer to yourself as
a bad girl, slut, ’ho, or a dirty anything. Keep it clean!
