The Sex Trap

Self-explanatory

 

By Stanley Collymore

 

It wasn’t wholly my fault you getting pregnant. Before we

had sex I specifically told you that I wasn’t then carrying

any condoms with me, and sensibly in that discourse

between the two of us unambiguously asked you if

you were on the pill or else taking some other

form of contraceptive precaution against

you accidentally getting yourself pregnant. You

said you weren’t. So I openly suggested that

we should call the whole thing off and try

again later when it was a lot safer to do

so. But you emphatically replied no;

swiftly adding that you’d recently

had your normal period and the

likely chance of conception

was plausibly low and,

therefore, prudently

out of the way.

 

And, besides, the preoccupation and even the clinical

obsession with safe-sex, you thought, was a topic

that was enormously oversold, and which

relatively few independent persons

actually bought. So I succumbed

to your persuasive reasoning, the proof of which

is now in the pudding that you’re obviously

carrying. And what has miraculously

happened to the free love notion

and self-proclaiming avant

garde, 21^st century lover

you were sedulously

championing?

 

Quite unsurprisingly, to me, you now

intently and expectantly faithfully

desire to be a conventionally

respectable wife, and

devoted mother.

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

23 July 2019.

 

 

Author’s Comments:

There are relatively very few of us who haven’t either been down this specific road or else were severely tempted to. And if you try to convincingly say that you haven’t, then you’re either a delusional or pathological liar or else have, so far, lived a pretty boring life.