The Sentinels [M] little blue frog

They were locked together in a warm embrace, himself feeling exhausted but good overall, which didn't mean much to the poor girl still wedged against him. A few times she tried to pull away but there was nothing she could do. Dingo felt an unmitigated sense of power when she stopped convulsing; he wanted to go again, and again, and ride the high of the endorphin rush it brought to him. But she had started to cry. Silently at first, then louder when she lurched away from him. He was all doped up on his good brain chemicals and didn't mind the separation. Dingo thought that maybe, now that he'd shared himself with her, that she would love him. That she would covet him the way he — no, wait, she was shouting. She was running —

—and then, he was alone again.