Found this on a web-scouring mission.

Sex

?You and your ability to grow facial hair,? she sounds exasperated as I rub my chin between her bare breasts. ?That forest of prickers!?
I ignore her and press harder as I squint my eyes, trying to look mean.
?Stop!?

I don?t like shaving and I didn?t shave regularly but she says a long beard makes me look like a monkey and she does not want a monkey for a boyfriend. So, I shave every week. We have been together for three months and I have shaved every week of the three months. She likes me the day I shave. The other six days of the week, I am just a pokey monster. She complains too much.

I move up and kiss her. Hard. She pulls away.
?Why do you have to always hurt me?? She seems annoyed as she licks her lips.
?This is just loving. This is not hurting.?
?No, that hurt.?
?You don?t like it??
?No.?
I smile as my hands let go of her breasts. She shivers and I feel her stomach muscles tense as I glide my hand down her warm body. I kiss her neck and she relaxes letting out a prolonged stream of air through her mouth without making a sound. My fingers break into a dance around her navel and I look at her face. Her eyes are half closed, her mouth half open. I rest my palm below her navel, my little finger parked on her navel.
?The finger just wants to push through.?
?What?? She opens her eyes and glares at me.
?Nothing.?
?Keep going.? She orders.
?Yes ma?m.?

I didn?t know her when I asked her out for the first time. I met her at a bar where she was bartending. She was pretty and I hadn?t fecked in a long time. We went to a nice restaurant in town and a movie afterwards. She invited me over to her place for a couple of drinks. The drinks were great and I had the best feck of my life that night. I thought that would be the end of it, though. I stepped out of the bed as she was falling asleep and walked back to my place. I made it a point not to let her know where I lived. But she woke me up with a telephone call the next day. I told her I could not meet her that day or that week or that month because I was painting my apartment. She laughed and hung up. An hour later, she showed up at my apartment dressed in dirty overalls and a worn baseball cap. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and my wallet in the other. I had forgotten it at her place. We fecked before I went out to buy some paint and brushes. She moved into my freshly painted apartment three weeks later.

I spit on her stomach and lick it. I stick my tongue out and poke her navel. I look up and complain that it won?t go through. She just laughs. So I start again. This time I wiggle my tongue in her navel until she gasps before I start to move down. Her pubic hair smells like my armpit does when I don?t shower for three days. She is already wet. She moans as I suck her. It is only a matter of time before my tongue makes its way through the maze of raw, juicy flesh to her clitoris. I tickle it. It hardens and I rest my mouth around it. The pulsating vestige tingles my tongue prompting it to move faster than before. Her legs wrap around my bare back and she starts convulsing. I feel her all around me as her crotch pushes up at my face, her thighs clench my head at the sides and her hands keep pushing the back of my head. She begins to pound her heels on my back. I feel nauseous but force myself to keep going.
I stop when I can?t breathe anymore. I kiss her to taste her and forget the taste of her vagina.
?Sex is dirty.? I mutter as I hold back another wave of nausea.

I don?t know what happened to me during the three weeks it took to paint the apartment. I must have tricked myself into believing that I loved her or something. Without doubt, she is the best feck I?ve had but love? I don?t know what love is. Still, the smell of the fresh paint kept me going for a couple of months after she moved in. We went out often and I even bought her flowers when I could find droopy ones on sale. I was happy because fecking her was amazing and somehow everything else seemed unimportant. I noticed that she?d stopped going to work. But I didn?t ask her about it because I make good money and the rent was not much of a big deal. I never really talked to her much. I didn?t know why she moved in, or why she was still staying with me. She was nice and took care of the apartment and that was nice. She even cooked for me now and then, which was even nicer. Sometimes, after we?d feck and before I?d fall asleep, she?d say she loved me. And that was fine by me. Does she really love me? I don?t know. I don?t care, what is love anyway?

?Your turn now.?
?Lie down.?
She tickles my stomach with her fingernails. I tell her to stop. She just tries to laugh it off. I try to move away. She tightens her grip. I feel her fingers claw into my skin. She apologizes. I tell her to clip her nails. She tells me to shave my beard.
She starts juggling my balls with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. My cock starts to grow and my nut-sack shrinks. I see her look up at me through my half open eyes. She bares her teeth and mumbles something about chewing my nuts out.
?What??
?Nothing.? She whispers.
?Don?t stop.?
?Ok.?
She lets go of my balls and bends down to lick my cock until it is throbbing so much I feel like it is going to burst. She takes me into her mouth and I lose all sensation save in my cock. I close my eyes as she closes her lips around my cock. I feel very light and start dreaming that I am floating in air. Somehow it gets warmer as I fly higher. I open my eyes and see her head move up and down. I grab her long hair and gather them in a bunch so that I can see her face. She is pretty, even when she is sucking my cock.

Last night, after I?d fecked her, she told me she wanted to have my baby. At first, I laughed it off because I thought she was joking. Then, I tried to talk her out of it, but she was very adamant. I told her I would not be a good father and she said it didn?t matter as long as I loved her. She asked me if I loved her. I told her I did. But I don?t love her. I just don?t have the courage to tell her that I don?t. Besides, I don?t want to tell her because I?d miss fecking her. All this time, I thought she understood that I did not love her, not the way she loved me anyway. She must love me pretty bad if she wants to have my baby. But her wanting to have a baby screws everything up. How can I feck her the same way ever again? And if fecking her is not going to be as good as it used to, how can I stand being around her? But if she is not around, I don?t get to feck her.

?Are you ready?? She says as my cock pops out of her mouth.
?Just about.? I reach for my condoms.
?Did you forget what I said yesterday??
?No. But I don?t want to have a baby.? I put on a condom and double check to make sure there it?s snugly fit.
?But I thought you loved me and that it was ok.? Her voice is uncharacteristically high. Maybe she is starting to cry.
?I never said it was ok. I don?t want a baby.?
?But I want to have your baby.? She shouts at me, starts crying and pulls the condom off.
I slap her across the face. Twice.
Everything is ruined now. I won?t get to feck her anymore. I put on my clothes and tell her she?d better be gone by time I get back. I walk out onto the street and light a cigarette.
No shaving next week.