Hamilton Unicorn by songwriter503,songwriter503

He had also discovered that there were no lines to cross in terms of when Mona was prepared to enthusiastically carry out this request, day or night.

Sometimes Dan just wanted to relax for ten or twenty minutes in the afternoon before taking a nap, and unbuckling his belt became all the indication Mona needed, if he did that in the afternoon, if they were together in her bedroom at the time. Other times, after hours of sex in the evening, Dan would wake up at 3 am wanting more. Often he hadn’t cum earlier in the evening, and at 3 am, he wanted to, so he would request fellatio from this beautiful, sleeping woman, who would invariably always wake up and immediately comply with this request. Usually, it seemed, she was already awake before the request was made.

It took some time for Dan to fully accept the fact that Mona really just wanted him to do whatever he wanted to do with her, and her only real concern was that he might be bored by this fact.

Along with accepting this reality came a feeling of liberation for Dan, like a weight was lifted off of his chest. For all the joy he found in sex, it could all be very complicated, with concepts of reciprocity, mutuality, and with the complexities around questions of pain and pleasure, subordination or egalitarianism. But this was so different. It was just all about Dan, and his pleasure, which actually turned out not to be so complicated at all.

With no lines to cross, the lines Dan had been so conscious of in every other relationship he had ever been in just disappeared. When it came to anything related to sex or physicality, Dan entered into every new day and every new night with Mona with the notion that whatever he felt inclined towards was good.

Mona almost never initiated physical contact with Dan, except to hold his hand briefly now and then, if they were walking down a sidewalk together, just because she hoped to create a very minor scandal among some of her more nosy neighbors by doing so. Otherwise, physical contact was Dan-initiated, and done so frequently.

He loved how she would stop whatever she was doing during the day if he wanted to reach his hands under her bra, or take her to her bed. And the way she took off every garment of clothing when she got into bed pleased him very much. Did she somehow know he liked that, or was that just what she did? For many of Dan’s lovers, the default would be to take off one garment at a time, part of the extended foreplay, but not with Mona.

He especially loved how every night, all night, she was so clearly his to do with what he would. She’d cuddle if he just wanted to cuddle, and when it turned into something else, the transition was as smooth as could be. The notion that anyone might ever say something like “slow down” or “wait” or “not now” or “no” in the mildest of forms eventually stopped being a notion that Dan ever thought about, as he increasingly grew to take it entirely for granted that Mona just liked anything he wanted to do with her.

After all the many nights Dan and Mona spent together, long after Dan had given up on figuring out what might make Mona tick from an orgasmic perspective, long after he had become happily comfortable with Mona’s almost total passivity, and had embraced the idea that he should just do whatever he felt like with her when they were together, it was something Dan said that had more impact on Mona than perhaps anything he had said, or done, before.

“Are you my sex doll?”

The question hung in the air like a thundercloud. As soon as he said it, he wanted to retract the words. He suddenly worried he might have offended Mona — but he needn’t have. Mona exhaled. It seemed like she was exhaling air that had been stored at the bottom of her lungs for a long time.

“Yes,” she said, with an emphatic quality that surprised Dan. “Yes,” she repeated, with a more even tone. And then again, quietly, demurely, but with more intensity than ever: “yes.”

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