I let my roommate have s** with me on special occasions. It’s always great but, if I gave it to him all the time, our friendship would become convoluted. It’s almost his birthday and he’s starting to grin at me. He’s prancing around the apartment and ignoring his booty calls. Maybe I should stop, I wasn’t trying to screw with his mind but I’m starting to feel like I conditioned him like Pavlov’s dogs.
