Me: "I'm sorry you got bored in the middle of sex, I just sometimes feel like I'm having an ocean of joy washing over me like warm oil, and I don't want to move, I don't want to breathe, I don't want to think, I just feel and ooze the moment out into infinity. When I am feeling that good, I simply have no desire to rush anywhere, or even to allow time to pass at its normal speed. You did everything perfect, so I'm sorry it got a bit uneventful there for you in the middle."
G: "Which middle? The first hour and a half middle or the second hour and a half middle?"
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