Alpina's blog post - Suggestion

When we were spent and spooning in my bed way past midnight, Phillip suggested both of us going to the doctor's to have an AIDS test done - to be able to do it without any rubber wrappings and to put his cum where it belongs.

I told him I was always careful, but he didn't want to know - it was his priciple, he said, not to practise unsafe sex with people who were fucking around. And I should not be so trustful in his case, either. Shall I be offended now? Do I fuck around? Shall I have the test done so that I can show him the certificate of my cleanliness?

My mind is reluctant. But is there anything like the voice of one's body? Because my inside shouts a loud "yes". Can it be that it yearns for the promised cum?

There is one thing Philipp does not take into consideration, and I didn't tell him, either: condoms are my only way of contraception. So doing away with them would also ask questions of quite a different nature.