"What the hell, John? Trying to jerk off without my permission."

Her wet hair looked lovely as she breathed fire at you. Her words burn into you. You couldn't speak. "I'm sorry. It's just..."

"Don't ever do that again. If you want a show, I'll give you one." She said.

You were lost. You didn't know how to respond. You didn't even know how to react. "Ummm."

"Don't be a fucking creep." She said.

"Okay." was the only thing you could muster. You felt like a loser, a pervert, or a sick individual. Your girlfriend couldn't stand the sight of you.

"Go to the bedroom, you hand fucker." She ordered you.

You obey her. You couldn't believe it. You didn't know if she was kidding or serious. Your mind is spinning. She walks into the room, her body still wet from the shower.

She didn't speak. She just grabs the towel and starts drying her hair. You felt the tension in the air. You didn't know if you were allowed to talk or not. She was looking at you with a mixture of pity and disgust.

"Look. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. The way you were in the shower was so hot. I couldn't help myself. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. I swear." You plead with her.

She dropped her towel, her wet, naked body glistening under the lights. "If you want to watch me, Just ask. You don't need to be a fucking weirdo. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I won't ever do it again." You said.

"Good. Now come here." She said.

"Where?"

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