With other guys, I could find myself either in bed when that hadn’t been my intention, or being accused of being a cock tease. “Jerry. Blowjob sex This morning I watched an erotic encounter Hilda had with Jerry, my boss. Perhaps you’d like to accompany me?”
She immediately recognized the ancient formulae for “lets go talk about men”. I just didn’t know if I’d enjoy mentally snooping on her nearly as much. We’d passed the point in our relationship where he’d have any reason to hide it from me. Not just a generic rape, though she also has that desire. Though this acknowledgment of his purpose would have pleased her, Jerry himself didn’t want to be so blatant. In her dream, she only mildly resists, and afterwards blackmails him. But even without full eye contact I could read her thoughts perfectly. Even the tight clothing and short skirts I often wear give them fuel for gossip.
