It has been over a month. And today, I got the text.
Airport, 7 o'clock on the dot, don't be late.
A whole month!
A whole month since I've touched my pussy. A request the last time we met up, and I'm happy to report that I kept that promise. But I won't lie … every late-night kills me. Every love song, hearing their sexy ass voice over the phone. Every poem, every steamy shower, when the water hits my nipples just right, ugh. I almost give in. Every time … all the time, it's all I think about. I want to make out. Grab their face, feel their tongue on mine. Our bodies yearning held.
Held down! Hair pulled, I want to squeal.
Since the last time, we were together. The throbbing in my pussy never stops. I want it!
…
7 o'clock comes …
I pull up to the airport, and we embrace, their sweet aroma— intoxicating! I've waited for this way too long. My reflection in their eyes makes me wet. Pussy like an ocean, I want them to drown. My skin wandered by silk hands, gripping my thighs, pulling my skirt up, swerving all over the road. I am craved. The way home comes to a swift end, a dead-end road the sun has set, the city our sea of lights we rest off the shore.
In my ear, "Let me love you down." Is said.
I accept, my naked body resting on the hood of the car, legs open; we don't give a fuck. We have nothing but time.
"What toy did you bring this time?" I ask.
From their hands so discreet, silk to the touch, outcomes elation, Bang is what this delectable piece it's called. When it meets my pussy, my screams echo throughout the city. This time I won't be muffled.
Legs lifted, toes licked, their tongue runs down my calves to the back of my hamstrings; I'm stopped right before I come. I want it until I'm left begging for more, pussy crying.
"I fucking want it, please, baby, please!"
"Fine! You want it … get your ass over here then."
To the passenger seat, I'm led. Bent over it, they lick my spine, won't let me arch my back.
"Nah, uh, stay the fuck down, throw your ass back more!"
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, more brutal, louder I scream, dripping, flooding.
Bang, powerful little egg— it meets my clit as my ass is eaten. Setting on 7 once more, the higher, the better; given no warnings, I'm taken there. To the edge of the planet, to the peak of it, life leaving my body, I float above, riding the wave I don't want to come back down —
"FUCK!"
"Bang me!"
"Bang me good!"
"Bang me, baby!"
"Bang me! Don't stop!"
Life's Little Pleasures: does it again.
