Between my thighs my juices coat my cunt and cling in a ribbon of dewy lust to my finger. I dip into the heat of my desire over and over and imagine you are watching me, watching us.
Standing in the corner, wrists bound behind your back your eyes wide with, what is that? Longing, lust, desire? A red flush of shame colours your cheeks when your eyes meet mine but then he is pushing into me and you are forgotten, for now, it is about how he feels and nothing else.
It’s been a good week in my imagination.
#100wordstory Inspired by Violet Fawkes monthly Big Sexy Words Challenge.
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