Always Wanking -Spilling Milk

Do you think of me or her when you masturbate? she asked in a text message which included an image of her sitting naked on the bathroom floor.
Sometimes you, sometimes her. I don’t think at anytime we were three together.
Who are you thinking about now?
No one. I’m just wanking. I’m not sure as a function that any of my thoughts have a sexual attachment. I like to spill milk.
Perhaps it was a statement of half truths as he thought of her lips and breasts, of her legs, of her hands. Of her laughter.

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