The sleep clause

The sleep clause is specific. They can come over if the code works. They can fuck me if I don't say the word. They can use the toy. They cannot rearrange the apartment or wake me for a conversation. Condom. Slow. They identify themselves if I surface.

I took the medication I am actually prescribed, put the toy in, and went to bed on camera. I woke halfway to someone already in me, the way the file says. My head was thick. I checked the feeling against the rules and stayed. It's me, he said. Evan. Because the file says they identify. I nodded into the pillow. He fucked me while another login, I found out later, pulsed the toy in a pattern I had approved. I came half-asleep, which feels like falling. He finished, dealt with the condom, said he was leaving. I was under again before the door.

I watched those twenty seconds and confirmed the match and went to work. Consent that lives in a document is still consent. I like mine where I can grep it. People call that cold. I call it the only way I sleep with a door code and a straight face. If he had broken one line I would have killed the key before standup. He didn't. Good process. Good fuck. Same review.