His other woman
I can already picture it—me, lying there in frustration, while Bob asks, "Wait, so… where’s the clit again?"
Not only will I show him where it is, I'd still need to teach him what to do with it, so he doesn't end up chewing it off.
No. Absolutely not.
"Baby, he’s a good boy! You’ll love him as soon as you meet him," Mom says sweetly, stroking my hair.
"No, Mom, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work that way," I deadpan. "Marriage is the last thing I need right now. I have a well-paying job—"