M is standing in front of the bed in a motel room. He is standing before her, naked except for a black blindfold , totally uncertain of what is to happen to him today. V is whispering to him while circling him, slowly, occasionally reaching out and caressing his tense waiting body. He has done what he had to get ready for her, to ease his anxiety about what might be coming.
I see you heading home, I already know where you live, I have been watching you, I follow you. You are distracted as you turn into your building and I follow you up to your apartment.
My pulse quickens as I watch you open your door, I catch up, step quickly in behind you and close the door. You turn and look at me... a tall blonde has followed you into your apartment and your mind can't quite grasp what that means.
Stuck in traffic - again. It was going to take a long time getting into work, the stop and go was starting at Trafalgar Road - Sigh should have caught the train.
Oh well, sit back and let it flow - no point getting tense over things which one can't control. I looked to the trees and fences on the side of the highway, sometimes in the winter there are interesting raptors. This year, however, a good crop of voles was reported further north, and the Snowy Owls probably wouldn't move this far south.
He was too handsome for his own good. I'd long since recognized that it might very well lead to the end of us. My sore whipping arm was longing for an overweight sub with the face of a pug. Good thing for Precious, the rest of me was not.
Eyeing the furtive glances of the young girl, I immediately knew she wasn't his type. She was submissive, for one thing. It leaked from every pore of her overly exposed skin.
It all began with a "Hi" on the internet. Matt approached the innocent looking Sandy and struck up a conversation online. She was hesitant at first but eventually she opened up to talking with him. As talk progressed they slowly moved to the topic of sex and desires. Just before Matt had to leave she revealed that she enjoys being dominant in the bedroom. This perked his ears and his interest dramatically. They said their goodbyes and agreed to talk later.
He sat in a dimly lit café absentmindedly picking at the dirt under his nails. It was 4:21, thirty-nine minutes before she was supposed to be there. They agreed to meet for an early dinner, nothing too formal. They would talk for a bit and see how things went. Sex was implied but not required. Sex was not a virgin topic for them.
I got home late one night from my usual cardio session at the gym. Working out had got me sweaty and horny, so I raced home, glancing to be sure the DVD was still on the passenger seat, something I had grabbed from the gay section at the porn shop I worked at, before leaving for the day.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
Sam closed the door behind him, and gazed around the labyrinth of shelves for the owner. For the last twelve years, Magikal Goods was run by a man named Karlus. He was a loner, not talking much outside of making a deal. But lately, he'd been even more reserved. People would walk in wanting to haggle, and he's just aggressively point to the price on the item until they'd either pay it, or walk out.
I stood in the shower, allowing the hot water to caress my body in an attempt to wake myself up. The thought of another long day at work wasn't helping the situation, but at least it was Friday. "Get through today and enjoy the weekend," I thought.
They walked in to the room and let the door close behind them, finally alone. Instantly they were in each other's arms, kissing hungrily. Suddenly she broke the kiss,
"Easy now pet, plenty of time for that. I'm going to go and change, why don't you undress for me". With a smile she walked in the bathroom.