She’ll give you the most gorgeous sleep / That you’ve ever had
I once had this boyfriend, this dick-swinging man’s man. He was a former Army Ranger and a silver-tongued ex-junkie, a guy who liked to refer to himself as the “cat-daddy,” the “goat-gatherer” and the “man with the dermis of steel.” He fished. He hunted. He chewed tobacco and spit noisily into empty water bottles. He had a bald head and a hard body. When he fucked me, he rained sweat down on my face, my throat, my breasts. The next day, he sometimes liked to wear my panties to work.
He’d work all day at his lawyer job with my dirty lacy bits rubbing flat against his cock and the placket of his worsted wool suits. To him, my panties were a pelt, a trophy. If he could’ve strode into his office with them hanging around his neck, he would have.