Your Weekly Dose

I have been thinking all day about the look on your face when you caught me jerking off. I wasn't supposed to, promised not to. I was going to be quiet. It would be quick.

Your face flamed when you opened the door, your amber eyes glowing in the heat. Lips curled into a smile, the one that makes my body quiver, makes me move my hand faster. You crossed the room in 3 steps, pulled my hand hard away by the wrist. Held that hand in front of my face. A breathless waiting moment. Slapped my cheek with my own sloppy fingers. Lips pursed and brow drawn fierce.

Two fingers over my mons. I slide one down each side of my clit, roll it between them. Know I won't come, not from pressure as gentle as this. My mind wanders as my fingers move. I stare at the ceiling and think of the blank spaces in my pantry, what I'll pick up to fill them in a couple of hours, after coffee after breakfast. I notice the jag of dark paint onto light where I fucked up and you said you didn't care. I think about stopping this nonsense, starting my day.

I wait though, on the edge between desire and boredom, wonder for a second which way I will tip.

Then I am buoyed, a fast seep of round warmth up through the hard bed, stroking the sides of my torso in long licks and I let myself ride it and sink.

Everything was perfectly packed before this all went to hell. Now I am standing in an overheated windowless room, already blushing.

She unzips my suitcase.

There are no real clothes.

1 pair stillettos, my shitkicking boots, 3 cocks, 4 butt plugs of varying sizes, my patent leather harness. 75' of rope. Bras and panties and slips.

Her face is stern. "This is quite a collection," she says, looking at me over the top of her glasses.

I blush harder now, but decide to take my chances. Choose the biggest cock off the top of the pile, lick it from base to tip, look at her over the top of my glasses.

Too busy getting fucked to write it.

I stand with my back against the wall.

You order me to my knees. The floor is cold.

Keep your eyes here. Your voice is a growl, your eyes hold mine.

By the time I make it halfway across the room, your cock is out and in your hands. You know it's my favourite, that one. Soft at the surface.

A finger under my chin, you tip my head up. Trace a line along my jaw, pressure on my cheekbone so you can see the shadows play across my face. Press my eyelids closed, part my lips. The slap from your cock rings through my skull. My head jerks, spittle flies a slick across the floor.

We have talked of high notes and long chapters over congealed ribbons of pasta in tepid wide trays between us. The red glaze of heat lamps; we have never yet been closer. Your eyes a deep blue. As far away as the horizon or the ocean floor. With such depth.

I will loan you my dog-eared copy of that slim volume?

Yes, yes. You would like that.
 
You will visit me. Knock on the doorframe. Pointed teeth. You will open the book across your lap. I will lean over your shoulder, my breast barely glancing your cheek. Trace a finger under my favourite sentence across your thigh.

I do it slow. My hand squeezed around your cock, drawn up over the head. I gather saliva behind my teeth. Part lips one millimeter. Let a string of it drip slowly down. It disappears into the space my circled fingers have created. You moan. I twist my hand, spreading the spit over the head. Draw it down your shaft. Watch your head bloom above my thumb.

Hands on my belly. Slow wave as if over thick salt water; cup the curves and hold them. Skin, fat, sinew, muscle. The heat seeps. All my layers, in fact. Transmitted through the liquid gaps between my cells. I am loose skin and forgotten joints framed by your swollen knuckles.

Your legs are shaking, but I demand you keep them up. Say you must keep your hands flat on the wall above your head. I'm using my thighs to keep your ass cheeks spread. The finger of one hand circling my clit, the other making loops around your hungry hole.

I like to hold you open while we fuck; when you're on top of me. I dig my nails into your ass, pull to expose your tender hole. Think about who might be sliding a finger up in you. How it might feel as it presses my cock forward. I watch you arch your back into our lover. Stare into their eyes over your shoulder.