Submitted by megan on Sun, 09/20/2009 - 22:10
This morning, for a good half hour after waking, I thought about you fucking me. We ended up in the chair by the window. Me sitting in your lap but facing the room. My hands flat on its arms for leverage. Your hands where I want them: one on my hip to guide me; one on the back of my neck, bowing my head down.