I’m Allergic

“Here,” she said.  It was late and hot and the window was open just enough.  The condom wrapper stuck to her fingers.  “Hurry. Put this on.”

“Sorry,” he said.  “I’m allergic.”

“Bullshit,” she said.  “Don’t fuck with me if you want to fuck me.”

“I’ll break out,” he said.  “What kind is it?  Is it lambskin?  I can use those. They’re good.”

“You’re being serious with me,” she said.  “I’m not even in the mood now.”

“Not in the mood?”  He said this with surprise.  She got up and left.  His hand?  No, no. He wasn’t allergic to his hand.

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Title by: ladymegan
Story by: Jarvis

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