there’s the bed. a pillow and 2 books. reena spaulings and my erotica universalis book, full of erotic-pornographic images in art over centuries. i wonder if he can be so sublte as to realise i have masturbated in the bed here, and you can see my movement on the way the bed sheet is all crampled up, as if it had recorded my orgasmic spasm, moving my hips upwards, and clenching my toes with legs wide open.
i can see it right next to me. i wonder if he has thoughts like these. i think not
last night i came home at around 1am. he had already falen asleep, watching something, i guess. i like to be like a detective. i saw he drank some cuba libres, as the bottle of rum was some part empty and the two cola cans made me think he had 2 or 3 drinks.
i took off my make-up and pants, and after smoking a cigarette i went to his room and started to caress his legs. he helped me sleepily take his underwear off, and went along with it when i pushed a little to turn him face up.
he was already hard. i love the way a man’s body reacts before his consciousness does. actually my body does that too. i remeber at least a dozen times when i woke up because of an orgasm or while being fucked. it is a strange feeling of being invaded without consent and the pleasure to realize that you are already wet and that your body has been enjoying it long before “you” have.
back to the story.
i started to suck him gently and he started to moan, probably realizing it’s not a dream or a joke. it was so dark, and i loved it that way, i felt like he was thinking it could be anyone, i was thinking about the thought of it being anyone. it turned me on. it turned him on although i have no idea what he was thinking about, but it somehow dosen’t matter. im enjoying it, and as i can see and feel he is too.
he grabed my head and started to push down. i love being in someone else’s control. after maybe 10 minutes i felt like i was an extention of his hand. i loved it. i love it when i hear him say que rico, ah dios, ce rico, and then me caro me caro and trying hard to cum silently at 2 am. afterwards i felt like i retreated like an octopuss, as slowly as i came, without saying anything, letting him fall back asleep. i realised that maybe he had masturbated earlier in the evening. i felt it in his smell, and from how much cum he had. i have a 6th sense about a man’s smell and taste, if i am around long enough to learn their language.
i drank some water and smoked the last cigarette of that day and laid down beside him. he turned over and started to kiss my back which was towards him. he fell alseep fast and i turned face up and covered myself up tp the neck.
