Change the Bedsheet

"Aron's point of view,"

"Miss Grace, I promise you won't be disappointed if you give me a chance." I trailed behind her to carry on our conversation.

"Aron, go put on your pants first. After that, we can talk about it." She averted her gaze from my thighs.

"What's causing your blush?

You have already seen my body; in fact, you felt every inch of it."

To get a better look at her face and have a conversation with her, I turned around.

"Aron, go cover your gigantic dick; it's so big that your underpants can't cover it.

What's your problem in wearing pants?" She tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to see my dick.

This woman is truly insane.

Wait, did she say my junior is big?

Oh, it means she loved my junior, since women want large dicks.

"Do you mean to say that you like my enormous dick, Miss Grace?"

To allow my junior to touch her thighs, I kneeled in front of her.

"No, Mr. Finge, absolutely not. I didn't enjoy your big dick; in fact, your brief is so little that it doesn't even completely cover it, and your testicles seem ready to burst out of your underwear."

She opened her eyes, yelling at me.

How dare she?

I've never had a lady attack me in this way; they all adore my enormous dick, but this one isn't complimentary.

"I can now clearly see why my vagina hurt so badly during the rape."

Lost in profound thought, she placed her finger on her chin.

"Would you mind giving me an update on your recent findings regarding your vaginal pain, Miss Grace?" I raised my brow at her.

"Because your dick is too large for my little hole." She laid the blame for her vaginal anguish on my junior, placing one finger on my chest.

"So what do you want?

Do you think I should have surgery to reduce the size of my dick so you won't hurt your vagina?"

I had no idea that having a conversation about sex could be so enjoyable.

"No, I'm not suggesting that you get a dick operation; I'm simply stating that I am not a good fit for you as a sex partner and that you should let me live my life without interference."

My junior just wants to feel her tightness, so why does this woman want me to have sex with other women? When she refused to share her desires with me, I got angry because I wanted to enjoy sex with her every day.

When I tried to explain to her why sex is vital to us, she was staring at me in disbelief.

As I tried to break down the characteristics that set women apart, I felt like I was lecturing a kindergartener on a high school assignment. I never thought a well-known pornographic writer would ask me such a humorous question.

In my opinion, the way she poses those peculiar questions makes her sound like an absolute child.

Imagine a little girl approaching her mother with a question about menstruation.

"Please place this pillow on your thighs." In a rage, she threw a pillow at my dick to cover it.

"Madam, your noodles are ready." Rosy walked into the room and shot me an enticing glance.

"Shouldn't you use etiquette to knock on doors before going into someone's room?"

What's her problem?

Why did seeing Rosy around me make her so angry?

"Mr. Finge let me enter his room without knocking, so I thought...,"

"Next time, before entering this room, please knock, because now Mr. Finge is not living in this room alone."

What?

When did I tell her that she would live with me in the same room? How can she claim to own my room when I've never shared it with anyone?

Just so she wouldn't become engaged to anyone else, I married her. She has no authority over me or my possessions.

I intended to make her leave my room right away, but I just couldn't stop staring at her stunning figure. I won't be able to spend all day watching CCTV. I have other things to attend to.

"Sorry, madam." Rosy bowed her head in apology.

"Rosy, change this bed sheet right now." She gave her the order to replace the bed sheet while taking the bowl of noodles from her hand.

Wait, she can not rule over my bedroom in this manner; it's my room, after all.

"This is my favorite bedsheet, so you don't need to change it, Rosy." I stopped Rosy from removing the bed sheet from my bed.

"So, Mr. Finge, this is how you take care of your favorite things?"

"Now, what's the problem with this bedsheet?" I looked at her in confusion.

"Your sperm spread throughout the sheet like a coronavirus, and I don't want to become infected."

Every time she mentioned my discharge, she would make that annoying expression.

"Don't worry, Miss Grace—you won't get pregnant by simply sleeping on my released sperm.

If you have any problem, I'll sleep on this side of the bed." I carefully folded the corner of the bedsheet where my sperm had been released.

"Yuk.. disgusted.

How could you sleep on this dirty bed sheet?"

"Dirty?" Rosy was standing there, paying close attention to our discussion.

When Sara referred to my sperm as "dirty," her shocked eyes remained fixated on Sara.

"Rosy, you tell this woman that there are no bacteria in my sperm."

I believe she'll persuade Sara to stop pulling such unpleasant expressions when she sees my discharges.

"Take this bed sheet and give me a clean one." Sara tossed bedsheet in Rosy's face before she has a chance to speak.

I had no idea Miss Grace was such a short-tempered person when I first met her. She is not like other submissive women who give in to pressure from the dominant man with ease.

She had a unique character in every aspect. Her unconventional thinking and unique perspective on life, particularly sex, piqued my interest, but the issue is that she finds it hard to express herself.

"Please submit your stories for the next chapter once you have finished eating your noodles, Miss Grace."

"Right now?" She glanced at me as I asked her to give a kidney to Rosy.

"Of course, your deadline has passed, so I need your new chapter in my email within one hour."

I find it more intriguing to learn her thoughts about our intimacy through her writing abilities because I know she will not tell me her desires about sex openly.