Negotiations?

A flicker of a smile played on her lips. "Perhaps," she conceded, squeezing your hand back. "But that's not the only solution, is it?" Her voice dropped to a whisper, sending shivers down your spine. "Weekly appointments are a necessity, but there's room for you too. There are other ways to bring me comfort, other forms of release that don't involve deep tissue work."

The implication hangs heavy in the air, a lifeline thrown to your drowning ego. Relief washes over you, a sweet counterpoint to the lingering bitterness. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way for both of you to be happy.

"Exactly!" you blurt out, a touch too eager. "What if… what if we split it up? We could have, say, weekly Sex-nights from me, and then maybe bi-weekly sessions with…" you trail off, searching for the right term, "…others?"

Lulu's eyes widen, a mischievous glint sparkling within them like sapphires catching the light. "Bi-weekly?" she echoes, tilting her head in playful disbelief. A slow smile spreads across her face, stretching from ear to ear. "Twice a week? You wouldn't happen to be the most amazing partner ever, would you?"

Before you can answer, she launches herself into your arms, burying her face in your chest. Her embrace is a warm wave of gratitude and affection. As she pulls back, her lips curve into a playful grin. A series of quick, grateful kisses pepper your face, leaving a trail of warmth and the lingering taste of happiness on your skin.

Heat creeps up your neck. Had you misspoken? I meant every other week.

But before you can voice your concerns, Lulu's already swept up in the excitement of planning. "Perfect!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together. "So, one session a week with you, one without, and then…" she trails off, counting on her fingers. "That leaves room for one more with you! We can alternate, a blissful rhythm all our own."

Your stomach churns. One with you, one without, another with you – a relentless cycle that leaves you feeling more like a pit stop on her pleasure highway than a true partner. But the look of pure joy radiating from Lulu disarms you. How could you shatter that with your limitations?

"Sounds like a plan," you manage, a weak smile plastered on your face. The future stretches before you, a path paved with good intentions and a growing sense of inadequacy.