The Power of Words


“Oh, my God! Honey! What’s wrong?”

“Huh-huh-huh … just … let me … catch my breath.”

“I’m calling Dr. Ryan.”

“No! It’s … I’m okay.”

“But … did I hurt you? Cripes! I’m sorry I pestered you … I thought … I guess folks our age shouldn’t … well …”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. It was wonderful. I just came so hard; it took me by surprise, is all.”

“I thought you were having a stroke. Jeesh, even when we were in our twenties you never …”

“I … I know. It was when you called me ‘baby’. I realized, you’d never called me baby before, even when we made love.”

“I called you baby?”

“Don’t you remember?”

“I … I guess. Honey, I was so in the moment, and you felt so good.”

“Fifty-three years … you’ve never called me baby. God, it put me right over the edge.”

“Well, a guy’s gotta be careful what language he uses around a feminist, ya know.”

“It made me feel like a naughty teenager in the backseat of a car. Gawd, was I that militant; how’d you ever put up with me all these years?”

“Aw, it was worth it, … Baby.”

© 2017 R.E. Buckley. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

About the Author Robert Buckley

Bob’s stories have appeared in numerous anthologies, including multiple editions of Maxim Jakubowski’s Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica.

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