Jalapeño Hot Sex

I should have left him that night.  It had begun decent enough. He'd cooked for me. Spicy goodness that shows a man knows his way around a kitchen.  
   
Tummies full, he started his half-assed attempts to satisfy me in other ways. He was always rushing for the prize, no patience for warm-ups with that one.  
   
As his fingers entered me, I realized something was very, very wrong. I was burning from the inside out. Not the kind of burn I would know with other men. Nope--the kind that sends you racing to the shower, then to the fridge to douse your girl bits in yogurt in an attempt to avoid imminent death.    
   
All the while, he lay there, nonplussed   and partially amused, falling asleep before I even returned to bed.  Yep--I should have walked away right then and there, ice pack between my legs, nursing all assortments of parts in ways he never would.      
   

R.