Because I’ve met her just a couple months ago, but I’ve wanted this for years and years.
Because I’ve met her just a couple months ago, but I’ve wanted this for years and years.
James Blake marks the moment in indelible aural ink. My spine twists and I embrace the depth of the moaning hums with all I can offer.
Everything’s quiet after sex. Daylight fades, sounds of the busy street below dim.
Normal people have fantasies, I say, closing the cuffs on his wrists. We sluts have plans.
She calls my name, loud and clear. “I’m gonna come,” she says, “Move your mouth away.” I look up, my eyes giving her a “no way” look, my tongue on her clit.
“God, I smell like fluids.”
“Yeah – just being in the air of that place is enough to make it soak right through your skin.”
There’s a swing, and we put the new girl on top of it. I remove her stockings and bury my face in her pussy. Not for long.
I grab his hand and dismount the gym horse. We’ve sequestered ourselves in one of the side rooms of the dungeon area – though there might be a peephole, it wouldn’t surprise me – but it’s been a good half an hour, and I want to find the person I came with.