Nothing is lost in the sound of a woman’s grunt
Breath labored, pushing sighs
Mounting you
Cramming fingers into welcome places
The surprise of the femme façade fading away
She is the aggressor
This would scare her ex-boyfriend
Maybe he saw a hint and pushed it aside
I remember when she first planted her seed
My brain swimming
There was no confusion
But I was taken at the time
She waited, so did I
And all things end
Her hips help press her wrist to work
She enjoys her position
As I do mine
Her status is top, alpha, yes!
She giggles at the slip of her lube
And palms my breast in it
I’m lost in the swim
In the viscous reality
In the scent of her sweat
In the way she presses tired, against me
She is insatiable
She can’t be long enough inside
Her makeup is smeared
Her façade non-existent
She smiles sleepily and giggles sweetly
Then rolls me onto my belly
She tells me about her toys
I appreciate the threat in her tone
But none come out
Only organic
Only fingers and flesh and tongues mingle
I am enamored
I am obsessed
She is straight………
yeah right
