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We argued a lot over the next forty hours. That, and a plenty of sex too.

It's funny how aggressive I was, debating every single point he raised when it came to his arguments why we should try again, and I seemed to win with my rebuttals.

Then again when he made my toes curled with his tongue, or fingers, or uhm the needle, I was like this weak little Nemo who submitted to the sharks, willing to be eaten alive without giving much fight.

I always, always forgot about what we were arguing about when I was in the heat of the moment. Only until the adrenaline was gone, I finally managed to think straight again. But it would be too late, because I was already thoroughly fucked by then.

And