Stare Hard

Go ahead and look. Stare hard. I take dirty pictures because they turn me on. I take dirty pictures when I’m jerking off, or fucking. When I like what I see. Each one tells a story. Or more than one story. Real stories. Made up stories.

 My fingers on her panties, pushing between her lips, feeling the wet lace between her legs. My own wet fingers on my belt buckle. Feeling like there’s no time. Not enough time. For hours, all night, not enough. Her skin is so soft. I stare down at her as I trace the outlines of her body with my fingertips. Sliding my fingers down each leg and back again to her pussy. “Spread your legs wider,” I say, bending over, “Let me smell you.”

The room is so hot, we’re sweating. It’s cold outside but our apartment has radiator heat. Steam. The windows are wet. Naked in bed all day. Napping. We take turns. I lie back and watch her kiss my belly and my thighs. “Suck me off slow,” I tell her. She teases me with the tips of her fingers.

I booked us a hotel for the night. One night downtown. “Let’s stay out late. Wander around. Stumble back to our room.” We checked in late afternoon and I undressed her, peeling off each layer. I pulled her panties down, exposing her perfect ass, and jerked off straddling her thighs. We were late for our reservations. My cunt still on my fingers.

xo,
BD