Tuesday meeting thought (not minuted)

What I love is when you're fucking me so that I can watch you watch my eyes twist with you inside me. And then you say 'On all fours' and pull out, and there's a moment when I feel the lack of you like the blind headache you get moving from red dripping-honey sunlight into a darkcool room; but I Esther WIlliams one leg up and over the other and push up onto my knees, and in that animal attitude I feel graceful, full of grace and lithe supple as a dancer as you grip my hips and draw me back onto your cock. 

Comments

[isabelle]

hello...I've read all your posts and I think your writing is both evocative and beautiful.

[Octavia]

Ah, Isabelle: pot, kettle, a great deal of calling black... Thank you.