Satin skirt skims my knees. Freshly waxed pussy tingles under lace thong. Market buzzes. Fresh fish gleam. I spot Patrick, boss, arms laden with bags. Profile sharp. I circle the stall. Eyes meet. He smiles. Hand on shoulder. Warm kiss. ‘You look radiant.’ We chat. Weather. Crisis. Aperitif? Terrace calls. Same spot I woke up yesterday, invisible frump. Today, eyes devour me. His too. Chilled white wine bursts citrus on tongue. Leather chair cradles ass. Second glass. He confesses. Divorced. Conquests empty. Apologies for past pursuits. I seethe inside. Men. All the same. Want my ass, tits, mouth slurping cock. No soul. I rise. Lunch? My place. Simple pasta. His Mercedes purrs. Door opens gentlemanly. Leather seats hug thighs, cool, supple. GPS beeps my address. Profile glows golden. Scent floral. Troubled glances in mirror.
Door clicks shut. Modest flat, but sun floods terrace. Killer view over rooftops. One sofa. Awkward sit. Barefoot now. Legs crossed tight. Knees gleam. He stares. Kitchen. I stir pasta. Back arched. Sun silhouettes lace bra through blouse. He brushes past. Goosebumps ripple. Table set. Frugal meal. Tension crackles. Coffee terrace. Knees touch. Plastic chairs, but close. He rises to leave. Fish melting. I coax. Stay. Chat. Code given. He returns. Two blouse buttons undone. Heat rises. I unload. Players. Cock-driven. He’d have fucked me then. Now? I’d rape him. Silence. Blouse falls. Bra off. Small tits proud. Skirt drops. Thong pools. Cross-legged nude. Your move.
The Privilege
He strips. Flaccid cock shrinks. Laughable stud. Hand extended. Pull him down. Skin on skin. Tender kisses. Arms entwine. Hearts pound. Bedroom. Mattress on floor. Intimate cocoon. Arms around neck. Lips crash. Hands grip ass cheeks, knead. Kneel. Grasp thickening shaft. Thick. Purple head begs. Tongue swirls. Saliva drips. Slow suck. Stroke. Edge him back. Lie open. Tongue dives pussy. Wet heat. Fingers circle clit. Probes ass. Legs splay wide. Tits pinched. Guttural moans. Finger in anus. Explosion. Cum shudders rack me. Pussy squirts? Drench sheet. He grins dumbly.
The Excess
Cock twitches between thighs. Legs lock waist. Guide deep. Slow thrusts. Eyes lock. Foreheads touch. ‘Gonna cum.’ ‘Inside.’ Hips buck. Seed floods. Hours later. Suck revives. Pussy offered. Devoured. Ass yields. Fills hot. Tenderness reigns. No brutality. Pure fusion. Body vibrates whole. Better than dreams. Night falls. Stays. Sunday too. Final goodbye. Promise silence. Door shuts. Tears flow.
Office next day. Haggard. He tours. Hugs all. Reaches me. Faces cupped. Lips claim mine. Embrace public. Gasps. Whispers erupt. Fury boils. Betrayer! Lunch? Arm in arm. Mercedes again. Leather sighs. Stops traffic. Kiss devours. ‘Resigned. New firm. With my partner.’ You. Tears prick. Pussy aches. Anywhere. Now.
