Friday, November 16, 2012

roles

It starts off gently enough, in my favourite position of face down on the bed, and he is in me and above me and I sigh dreamily and arch my back in satisfaction. But once he presses his thumb to the cleft of my cheeks (and knowing the bottle of lube is out of his reach) I begin to wriggle and protest, and he shifts his restraining weight higher up my hips with the opposite hand on the back of my neck and he laughs.

So we follow that well ridden path of my resistance against his persistence yet all the while he gets harder and I get more vocal, and in the end we both get what we want.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh. Lovely.
Michael