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I was going to post this in Comments That Leave You Shaking Your Head, but the comment itself is just too nice to do that. It's really interesting though, because the reader has read something that wasn't there.
Here's the (lovely) comment (on 'A Dish Served Cold'):
Anonymous
Delightful story! Engaging characters, fun plot, and overall a gem. Not sure how his fluids were flooding her and running down, but she was also looking forward to taking the condom off. But, hey! Let’s suspend that one for the sake of a good story. As someone with a neurodivergent partner who also struggles with past abuse; I understand the shutout Eryn gave Michael and I appreciate his dedication and faith in their relationship.
And here's the scene in question (quoting it in full so there's no mistake - and yes i know the sex is over the top, but it's after a three month drought):
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I took Michael into my bed that night, of course. How could I not? My thoughtful, intelligent, book-reading zookeeper had been patiently waiting until I was ready. Rewarding him appropriately was never going to be in question.
I did insist on having a shower first though, so that he could spend all the time he liked tonguing me down below while I wriggled and moaned in pleasure on the bed. And when I'd had my fill of the first round, I returned the favour, bringing him up to the point of near-release with a lascivious sequence of sucking and then bravely trying to deep-throat his truly impressive cock. I failed miserably at that, gagging and laughing, but I mounted him for some energetic cowgirl action, his hands cradling my big, beautiful breasts. After I came again, he flipped us over and powered away inside me in missionary for a while. Then he readjusted us into 'stand and deliver', one of my new absolute favourite positions, with him standing on the floor pounding into me as I lay on the bed, legs up against his chest. It's a deep penetration position, and I've found that it's even better if I play with my clit or use one of my clever toys while he thrusts. Tonight, I didn't need a toy. We came together this time, his fluids flooding me and then later running down my thighs as we raced back to the shower for a hot water embrace and some more kissing.
Eventually, we went back to bed and found a dry patch to cuddle each other, me spooning him from behind.
We had a bit to talk about, of course. We did intend to offer some support to Sue and Mary. Michael's place had two bedrooms and a small extra room that could be used as a nursery, and we were thinking about offering that to them at no charge while Michael moved in with me, and while they sorted out their financial affairs. And given that I had learned to love animals with some assistance from Michael, there was no reason why I couldn't take the next step to also enjoy learning how to be an auntie to Sue's baby. I had resolved to lose two brothers, but there was no reason why I couldn't gain two sisters and a nephew or niece in the trade.
Perhaps being an auntie would also be good practice for me, for whatever might happen one day.
One day soon, if I keep having unprotected sex with Michael, I thought. Weirdly, it didn't terrify me.
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I reread it so many times - there's still no condom there. She's explicit about it being unprotected sex. She's thinking about getting pregnant. There is a condom earlier in the story though, in their first sex scene set some months and a couple of pages previously.
So, what I think has happened is that the reader remembered the condom in the earlier scene, and then put the two scenes together in their mind, and reinterpreted the last line quoted above as being about her future wishes to take the condom off, and that stuck so vividly that they felt compelled to mention it in their thoughtful comment. Unless there's a condom above that I'm just not seeing!
Has anybody else had reader experiences like that?
Here's the (lovely) comment (on 'A Dish Served Cold'):
Anonymous
Delightful story! Engaging characters, fun plot, and overall a gem. Not sure how his fluids were flooding her and running down, but she was also looking forward to taking the condom off. But, hey! Let’s suspend that one for the sake of a good story. As someone with a neurodivergent partner who also struggles with past abuse; I understand the shutout Eryn gave Michael and I appreciate his dedication and faith in their relationship.
And here's the scene in question (quoting it in full so there's no mistake - and yes i know the sex is over the top, but it's after a three month drought):
----
I took Michael into my bed that night, of course. How could I not? My thoughtful, intelligent, book-reading zookeeper had been patiently waiting until I was ready. Rewarding him appropriately was never going to be in question.
I did insist on having a shower first though, so that he could spend all the time he liked tonguing me down below while I wriggled and moaned in pleasure on the bed. And when I'd had my fill of the first round, I returned the favour, bringing him up to the point of near-release with a lascivious sequence of sucking and then bravely trying to deep-throat his truly impressive cock. I failed miserably at that, gagging and laughing, but I mounted him for some energetic cowgirl action, his hands cradling my big, beautiful breasts. After I came again, he flipped us over and powered away inside me in missionary for a while. Then he readjusted us into 'stand and deliver', one of my new absolute favourite positions, with him standing on the floor pounding into me as I lay on the bed, legs up against his chest. It's a deep penetration position, and I've found that it's even better if I play with my clit or use one of my clever toys while he thrusts. Tonight, I didn't need a toy. We came together this time, his fluids flooding me and then later running down my thighs as we raced back to the shower for a hot water embrace and some more kissing.
Eventually, we went back to bed and found a dry patch to cuddle each other, me spooning him from behind.
We had a bit to talk about, of course. We did intend to offer some support to Sue and Mary. Michael's place had two bedrooms and a small extra room that could be used as a nursery, and we were thinking about offering that to them at no charge while Michael moved in with me, and while they sorted out their financial affairs. And given that I had learned to love animals with some assistance from Michael, there was no reason why I couldn't take the next step to also enjoy learning how to be an auntie to Sue's baby. I had resolved to lose two brothers, but there was no reason why I couldn't gain two sisters and a nephew or niece in the trade.
Perhaps being an auntie would also be good practice for me, for whatever might happen one day.
One day soon, if I keep having unprotected sex with Michael, I thought. Weirdly, it didn't terrify me.
----
I reread it so many times - there's still no condom there. She's explicit about it being unprotected sex. She's thinking about getting pregnant. There is a condom earlier in the story though, in their first sex scene set some months and a couple of pages previously.
So, what I think has happened is that the reader remembered the condom in the earlier scene, and then put the two scenes together in their mind, and reinterpreted the last line quoted above as being about her future wishes to take the condom off, and that stuck so vividly that they felt compelled to mention it in their thoughtful comment. Unless there's a condom above that I'm just not seeing!
Has anybody else had reader experiences like that?
