He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over.
That idea turned me on.
I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.
The air felt thick with the feeling between us, like it was filling the room: a room full of our carnal heat, our hot desire for each other.
Both my hands were clenched on the tablecloth, bunching it tightly, as he continued to swipe the belt against my quivering ass cheeks, and I could feel his tight fist yank repeatedly on my hair.
There we were, filled with pure animal need, as he pinned me to the wooden table, and cruelly whipped my naked bottom; the two of us sweaty and panting, me screaming, him grunting, our primal sexual natures overprinting the tea room’s pretence at gentility, and refinement.
The thought went through my mind that we should film ourselves in our sexual act, and project our frenzied copulation permanently onto the walls of the tea-room, as a lesson to wake up the boring people who drank tea here, and to show them what life was really all about.
I traced a finger along my bottom lip as I wondered what his erection would look like, and how I should seduce him. I thought what kind of approach would work best: whether to go in slow and seductively, or whether I should make him notice me in some hard and fast way.
Happiness held is the beginning; happiness shared is the blossom
Satisfaction is not the achievement of what we want, but the awareness of what we have.
Mi propio mundo, uno que es caleidoscopio, alucinada dimensión del sueño, morada de la musaraña. El otro (el dominio de la realidad), llego a mi a través de los hombres. Ellos fueron mis portavoces, mis guías y a la vez mis obstáculos, mis tormentos y matarratos.
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