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Subject: Re: {ASSD} Reasons to have sex (refusal - thread drift, illustrations from a story)
Date: Mon, 05 May 2008 19:49:14 -0700
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On Mon, 05 May 2008 18:17:49 -0700, Serene <serene@serenepages.org> wrote:
>Jordan Shelbourne wrote:
>> Okay, I'm stalled on a story, so I'll take a break and ask you if you
>> can think of additional reasons to have sex and, importantly, reasons
>> *not* to have sex with someone.
>>
Two excerpts from a story, with permission, illustrating refusals...
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Could I be the woman he is looking for? Did I want to be?
"That massage. Now."
He was puzzled. "Massage?"
I looked away and then back. "Explore. Talk to my body." I took a deep
breath. "Tell me how much you love me. With your hands."
I got a one word answer along with his slight smile. "Ah."
After we settled on the bed and he started massaging me, he startled me.
"I'm going to change the rules on you."
At first I didn't pay much attention. I was busy relaxing. When I did realize
what he'd said I shifted to one side so I could see him. "What rules?"
"A woman and a man are talking about sex. She asks him to massage her and
'tell' her how much he loves her."
He reached, gently cupped me - and I flinched at his directness.
"They both know she was talking about him seeing if he could get her aroused
enough so she could let go and have sex with him." He let go and shook his
head. "I'm not going to give you that excuse. I don't care if you orgasm. No
matter how much you want me to, *if* you want me to, I'm not going to follow
up on things and make love with you. If I do, you'll never be able to trust
me to be able to accept 'no'. So, I'm telling you now that sex isn't going to
happen this time. Later, after we've had time to recover, it's up to you. Any
other way and we might as well call it quits sexually."
"That hurt. A lot."
"I know. I could also be wrong. Still want to play the game out?"
Game? I guess it was. I challenged him. He's accepted but changed the terms
of his acceptance. I just wanted to see what his hands said about his
feelings and then decide if I wanted to let myself stay involved. He sees it
differently and something about this is important to him.
"Why is refusing so important to you?"
"It's not." He shook his head. "Never was important to me. Why should it be?
We've made love before."
He was silent for a long time and then he whispered. "I haven't changed
because I admitted what I do. I know that. Oh, certainly I've changed in the
sense of being more open with you. But that doesn't change who I've been all
along."
"Somewhere, deep inside, you don't trust me now that you know. There's only
one way to really find out if you still want to. That's why I am saying 'No,
not this time.' It's important to you that I do so."
I frowned at him. "Slick. You can certainly twist things around." I rolled
back onto my stomach. "Let's get on with it."
---------------
Nobody was ready to start the conversation.
Nathan's eyes flicked to me and then back to Cathy. "Momma Chris said
something about a massage."
I wanted to strangle him. Instead I chewed the edge of my glass and glared at
him.
She blushed and nodded.
"Did she tell you I set some conditions when I do a massage?"
Her head jerked and she stared at him. "No..."
He put both hands on the table and studied them. "Good. We can set them
between us without any preconceived expectations. We're friends, right?
What the hell was he up to? He couldn't be considering telling her, could
he?!
She smiled. "Of course we are." She glanced in my direction. "If you can do
half of what you did to Chris..." Her head tilted and she smiled at him.
He laughed. "No promises. I'll try." He reached for one of her hands. "Here's
the deal. I'll do the massage, one friend for another. I'll try to do the
same things for you that I did for Chris." His hand shifted and a finger
lightly touched a breast. "You're a good person. Any massage has sexual
elements to it. However, I'll do my best to not do anything overtly sexual.
I'll do my best to keep it impersonal and not seductive. That said, I can't
control your thoughts. We'll do the massage." He looked at me and I saw that
amusement again. He let me see him sober before he turned back to Cathy.
"When we're done with the massage, if you want more, if you want me to touch
you as a man touches a woman he wants to make love to, seductively,
sexually..."
The amusement was in his whole body now.
"I won't say no."
She turned to me. "Chris?" I could hear her shock. "Is he serious? Are you OK
with this?"
"Men! Yes, he's serious about this." I took a deep breath and glared at him
some more. Then, sighing, I relented. "He took me by surprise, that's all. I
started it. Cathy, honey... I'm ok with it. I asked him to do what he can to
help--as a man." I looked at her. "How about you? You haven't answered him
yet. Still want me there?"
She studied me and I lifted my chin. I wasn't happy about what he'd done but
what I wanted right now wasn't as important as helping her. Still looking at
me she spoke quietly. "Nathan? What if I refused the massage and asked you to
fuck me?"
"I'd refuse." His response was immediate and firm. I let a knowing smile form
on my lips.
She stood up and stripped. She stepped from behind the table and looked at
him. "Now?"
This time what he did didn't surprise me--it shocked me. He stood, stripped
and went over to hug her, pressing their bodies together. Then he pulled away
and bent to kiss one of her nipples. When he straightened he smiled at her.
"The answer is still 'no'. First the massage, then the sex--if that's
something you still want." He grinned. "Chris helps keep me satisfied. I
don't *have* to try and make every woman I meet, even if the woman does her
best to seduce me."
She slumped. "I want to be fucked. I need to forget."
He hugged her. "No, you need to remember, first." He looked at me and smiled,
letting some of his bitterness show. "Cathy, Chris was right about the
massage. She didn't think you needed a good fuck, she thought you needed to
be loved." He tilted her head up and kissed her lips. "Let me try?"
----
"Community togetherness can lead to a consensus outlook that seeks and destroys any dissident element, no matter how small and really harmless"
Dean R. Koontz - "A Darkness in My Soul" - published June, 1972
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