D is for Drip

Rain has been falling steadily all night and the window is dripping when we get up.

“Do you think I could make you cum before one of those drops gets to the bottom of the window?”

“What??”

I repeat myself. You look at the window, back at me and I can tell the idea is intriguing.

“Maybe? What’s the catch?”

“Catch? No catch. I’ll try my best to do it before one of the drops…drops. You get an O or you don’t.”

“If you can’t?”

“Questioning my abilities?”

“OK,” you say, hesitantly.

“That one,” I say choosing the fastest one.