It was “no” again last night.

"No," after the kiss at her desk.

"No," while touching her as she bathed.

"No," when I invited her to bed.

So, I went out instead.

She pretended sleep when I returned, waiting for my kiss given whenever I return late.

I thought “no” and rolled over instead.

This morning, no caress of her ass as I walk nude behind her makeup routine. Only “no” via a “good morning” instead.

She’s confused.

Then, I stop behind her. Push her over the sink. Drop to my knees.

Skirt rising, tongue driving.

Finally, time for “Yes.”