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Bedroom Karoke

Writer's picture: Clint HaugenClint Haugen

As I played music on my phone for us

After the second round of sex

She dares me to sing a song from my playlist

I laugh out loud at her


“What?” she asked me.


I just smile

Clear my throat

Put on Johnny Cash

And sing


She lays next to me

And listens intently


After the song

She tries to cuddle

I shrug her off of me

And put on another song

This one is from Machine Gun Kelly


After I am done

I say,

“How's that for range? ”


“It’s alright, I guess. . . Will you sing another one?” she asks me.


“Of course. I love singing after sex.”


“Good,” she said. “I have this thing about watching people's mouths move. And I could stare at yours for hours.”


I sing about 5 more songs

Before I lose my voice

And we fuck again.


CH 2/14/24


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