Chapter 7 of "Switchblade Romance" is ready for reading. Do enjoy.
"Malcolm shrugged. “One day, I woke up next to Donna and I just sat in bed, staring at her and at the confines of my bedroom. Our clothes were all over the floor and I was thinking about everything outside of sex. Then she woke up, went to the bathroom and I watched her spend about ten minutes in the mirror, fixing her hair and her face before coming back to the bed. She grabbed my dick, but I couldn’t muster up enough interest to get hard. All I could think about was how nice it would be to wake up next to a woman who’s not a fashion plate and how cool it would be to have a son or daughter rush into the room and jump in the bed with us. Donna started talking about something—I don’t know what—and when she didn’t get the response she hoped, she got mad and got out of bed. I didn’t say anything. I just watched her put her clothes on as she yelled at me. I didn’t know what she was screaming about. I offered to call her an Uber, and she got even madder and stormed out. I knew then that something in me was different and I wanted a stable relationship with a woman who is real in the ways Donna and her ilk aren’t.”"
"Malcolm shrugged. “One day, I woke up next to Donna and I just sat in bed, staring at her and at the confines of my bedroom. Our clothes were all over the floor and I was thinking about everything outside of sex. Then she woke up, went to the bathroom and I watched her spend about ten minutes in the mirror, fixing her hair and her face before coming back to the bed. She grabbed my dick, but I couldn’t muster up enough interest to get hard. All I could think about was how nice it would be to wake up next to a woman who’s not a fashion plate and how cool it would be to have a son or daughter rush into the room and jump in the bed with us. Donna started talking about something—I don’t know what—and when she didn’t get the response she hoped, she got mad and got out of bed. I didn’t say anything. I just watched her put her clothes on as she yelled at me. I didn’t know what she was screaming about. I offered to call her an Uber, and she got even madder and stormed out. I knew then that something in me was different and I wanted a stable relationship with a woman who is real in the ways Donna and her ilk aren’t.”"
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