I was thinking of other things, distracted. It took advantage of my inattention.

On the wall buzzed an incoherent fly while warm fingers ran down the inside of my thigh.

I leaned over the stove, let the pot’s breath lick my neck as my hand found the center of the stream

The shock of the nerves, alert as fresh scar tissue.

Blindsided by my sudden lust for it, for you, for us.

We observed this behaviors for about 20 minutes. The mother was an active and interested witness, conversing with observers about her child’s experiences.

They drew the conclusion: “The female sexual response is separate from reproductive functions and doesn’t need a full sexual maturity to be explicit”.

Thick with sleep, my brain swims up toward the light. Deep within myself, I stir, and turn over to grab at- nothing. There’s no one there.

I sit up suddenly, rubbing shadows from my eyes, and glance at the blinking red LED clock. 3:45. I fall slowly back onto the red silk sheets, caressing the leopard-skin coverlet. My hand stops when it brushes a cold spot — it’s a film of sex over the top of the blanket. My breath quickens, remembering suddenly in hot flashes what took place around midnight…

I sat at the bar, elbows leaning in and long hair brushing the old oak on either sides of my glass. I was down two vodka tonics, blankly watching the uninteresting people that filtered in and out. I was horny. Flat out, I wanted to fuck and wanted it so bad I was watching the middle-aged bartender with what approached a gleam in my eye. I could see his fat lips clamped over a nipple, pale hands….ugh gross. I shook my head, sitting up a little and slamming the rest of my drink.

“Another one please,” I asked, pointing at the glass. He leered at me, probably mirroring my thoughts. Gross, again.

I smelled violets, suddenly, heavy and thick like moss under old oak trees, damp with promise. She almost whispered in my ear,

“Can I buy that?”

I was almost afraid to turn around and be disappointed again. What would a good-looking woman be doing looking for other women in a bar like this?

Slowly I looked through my hair, hoping.

Her sultry smile promised me everything. She slid into the stool next to me, black hair flowing to her waist, deep green eyes flickering with something deep inside. A slim brown hand moved to my hair, pushing it out of my face.

“You’re beautiful,” she growled. My heart beat faster. She wasn’t playing around. She radiated strength, slim muscle flexing like a cat’s under skin-tight black leather. I could see a whip in her hand, easily.

She motioned at the bartender, “I’ll get hers. Get me a Jack on the rocks. A double.”

Gold jewelry clinked softly as she turned to face me, and that thick smell of violets wafted around her. 

“Were you waiting for me?” That same smile, animal, showing sharp white teeth. It was impossible to tell her age, she showed no wrinkles but was so self-assured, so poised. I looked down from her eyes and the force there… I was always the bold one, the one in power, but she was strong as brick. My eyes traced full breasts tapering to a tiny waist, and long legs. Taller than me too, that almost never happened.

She reached for my hand, tracing my palm. “Forget the drinks,” she smiled. “I have a room upstairs.”

I almost said no, too surprised at the immediate fulfillment of my wants. “Let’s go,” I said huskily, quickly deciding in favor of the devil on my shoulder. She threw a twenty at the bartender and winked at him. “If you want to watch we’ll be upstairs.”

He turned a thin shade of purple, grinning and drooling as he turned to tell his buddy what just happened. I ignored them both and followed her heart-shaped ass to the elevator.

Before the doors shut metallically she had me up against the wall, spiked boots between my legs and hot breath in my ear. “You’re mine tonight,” she panted, tracing her tongue down my neck to my cleavage.

I reached for the hair at the back of her neck, pressing my mouth to hers and feeding on the honey there. Her lips were full, warm and moist, her skin smooth and buttery. She was dark and even-toned, exotic.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened on white-haired couple. Startled, they almost apologized, then fell backward towards their bags, tut-tutting and looking agonized. I guessed he would have wet dreams tonight.

She laughed, low and quiet in her throat, and pulled back to look at me.  ”Do you want me?” she asked, sliding a hand under my skirt and tracing the short hairs with a fingernail, just barely so that I pushed toward her.

In answer I pushed her against the other wall, loosening her bra with one hand and pulling her shirt up with another. I slid my tongue between her breast and up her neck, feeling her breath catch as I bit her on the shoulder, deep in the flesh, making her fall against me. Her eyes were wild, junglelike, green, and she pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it and the bra on the floor. 

“This is my floor,” she laughed, and the door opened. She turned from me, full breasts teardropping onto the damp skin underneath, shiny with lust. Tight nipples were dark against them, and her hips flared out into her roundness from the little waist. She walked down the hall as I followed, dropping my skirt and shoes in front of a shocked bellboy. He smiled hesitantly, gaping as I winked at him and threw him a shoe. As she tried to open the door to her room with shaking hands, I slid against her naked skin with my own, dropping to my knees and biting her through lace panties as she gasped. The bellboy looked ready to explode.

“Come watch if you want,” she told him. He entered the room, dumbfounded.

She grabbed me, stripping off her skirt and moving to the bed, throwing me onto the leopard print. There were mirrors on the ceiling, and I saw our reflection. I was sprawled on my back, arched and taught, and she rose above me, her ass over my legs, sliding down to lick long and wet between my thighs. The bellboy had his pants down, stroking slowly, mouth open and face red. He leaned toward us, desperately, and I shook my head at him. “You get to watch,” I said.

I trembled as she licked me, catlike again, long, tasting milk. The smell of us rose over the bed, salt and violets and musk. My breast rose and fell, and her slim hand came up to them, as she pressed against me and covered my mouth with her own. I tasted myself, cool and thick in her mouth. I slid a hand between her legs, feeling the heat and slipperiness of her wanting me. I pulled her head around by her rope of hair, throwing her down on the bed and sitting on her stomach, rubbing up and down and leaving trails of wetness on her.

I held her head down, watching her moan and reveling in it. I trembled with lust, sucking her nipples and feeling between her legs with my other hand. She opened up to me, straining, and I slid fingers deep into her and pressed toward me, finding her G spot and hearing her moans deepen and grow harsher. She pulsed around my hand, bucking and moving with me. We moved together, grinding in ryhthm, breathing into each other’s mouths, and our cries grew closer together as we climbed toward orgasm.

It swelled above us, powerful and unstoppable, rimmed with red and slick with lovemaking, with fucking.

“You bitch” she moaned. “Fuck me harder.”

I slammed between her legs, using my weight, and felt us both start to pulse. No turning back now, and the waves swallowed us whole, licking and forcing us tight together, grinding, pulsing, we both screamed animal cries into each other’s hair and came hard, jerking against the power of it. In the corner the bellboy fell to his knees, squirting all over the carpet, moaning as he watched us, sliding his hand up and down his purple cock, squeezing the last of his jealousy out over his hands.

Spent and exhausted, we lay naked and tangled, sliding over each other, limp. “I love you,” she whispered, taking my tongue deep into her mouth, sucking on it, biting my lip.

Originally published May 2008

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