Shanghai Surprise

“Do you remember what we talked about last time you were in town? That time when you didn’t make time for me?”

I look up from the menu I’ve been studying. He is watching me intensely.

“Well - as I recall it you were busy in a meeting and suggested I’d make my way there to blow you in the men’s room. I honestly didn’t think you were serious about it.”

“I’m always serious when it comes to you sucking my cock, I thought I’d made that perfectly clear.”

“Yeah… and I thought I made it clear that I wasn’t going to be satisfied with a five minute rendezvous, no matter how amazing that cock of yours is.”
He leans back in his chair, lowering his eyelids and that somehow makes his gaze even more piercing.

“Do you recall that I told you how I would react upon the next time we met?”

I put the menu down, let’s face it, we’re not gonna order anything to eat anyway. 

“You’ve said many things, handsome. Was there anything in particular I should have kept in mind?”

“There was something, yes. I’m sure you’ll remember it later, if you can’t recall at the moment.” 

I pretend I don’t understand - but I really don’t have a problem at all remembering what he said. He said more than one thing, but they basically all boiled down to him acting as if he was genuinely annoyed with the fact that I didn’t drop everything to get over to that meeting - for him to usher me into the men’s room and have me suck his cock. It’s quite preposterous, obviously, but I was seriously considering doing it. Had my bus home left just a little bit later… I would have done it, walked over there like some cheep whore just to get to have his cock in my mouth. Just thinking about it makes me all wet and I squirm a little in my seat. I’m not going to let him know this, of course - or at least I won’t tell him. Something tells me that he knows it already.

I try to shake off these absurd thoughts, so I change the subject.

“Do you want to eat something or should we just have a drink? I’m actually not that hungry.”

All I can think of is to get him out of those clothes and go down on him - and that means I don’t necessarily want to sit here having a meal and making small talk.

My stomach sinks when he exclaims that he is starving… but then continues that what he feels the urge for eating isn’t on their menu, all while keeping eye contact with me and I feel the heat rising in my cheeks, I am obviously blushing. He looks awfully pleased with himself and waves to the waiter that he’d like to pay.

It’s dusk when we leave the pub, the street lights already on. I surpress a shiver, it’s not that cold, but I get the feeling that it’s going to start raining very soon - the lights in a distance are surrounded by a halo of dimmed shine. It’s like the weather gods haven’t quite made up their minds whether to go for fog or rain. The slight gusts of air feels like ghost breath, I think to myself, pulling my coat tighter around me. My hotel is only a couple of hundred meters away, we’re walking side by side along the sidewalk. I greet the receptionist on our way in and swipe my room card in the elevator, heart beating faster than what can be explained by the short walk. I open the door to my room to let him inside, but he just shakes his head and says that he has to leave. I’m sure my disappointment shows clearly on my face, but I try to act like I don’t care, shrugging my shoulders. He hugs me and his arms around me feel so good… so when he turns and says that he’ll message me later I just feel… alone. The door closes behind him and I sit heavily on the foot end of my bed, dropping the handbag onto the floor and throwing the coat over the chair by the window. 

“Fuck.”

The tingling feeling of arousal I’ve been sensing the whole afternoon suddenly has given way to pure disappointment, the greyish, damp weather outside seems to have landed in my stomach as well. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

My phone drops to the floor as my handbag falls over and spills all its content over the floor. I grab whatever I reach, which happens to be a pillow, and throw it across the room causing the drapes in front of the window to flap wildly before settling. After taking a couple of deep breaths I bend over to pick up the contents of my handbag, no use being annoyed by something I can’t do anything about anyway. I have to admit that I had been looking forward to getting to have my way with him, I can’t quite explain what it is about this man… but his whole being makes me want to do naughty things. Now, however, it looks like I’m going to spend the rest of my evening on my own. 

Having calmed down a bit I contemplate whether to go down to the hotel bar for a drink or two - or to call it an early evening. A cocktail would be nice. I step into the bathroom to check on my appearance and change into a different top, one with a neckline that is on the verge of being too daring, but if I’m not going to have sex tonight I am at least going to flirt with someone. A bit more colour on the lips and I am good to go. Can’t find the darn hotel room card, but I know I had it coming back before, so I am not worried. Probably fell out with the rest of my stuff from the bag so I nick the spare from the key holder making sure that the room had electricity. 

In the elevator down to the lobby I check my image in the mirror. Yeah. I’m okay. Not too bad for someone who’s got half a century behind her. I take a deep breath, lift my chin up and leave the elevator with hips swaying. The two gentlemen talking over a couple of beers at the entrance look up when I pass them and I can see their eyes following me from the reflection in the mirror behind the bar. I smile to myself. Haven’t quite lost it yet. 

The young bartender greets me and asks if I want something to eat or just a drink. I pick up the bar menu and decide on one of their signature cocktails along with a side dish, some cheese and olives. I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t hungry before, but I hadn’t had anything to eat since lunch and breakfast was still many hours away. 

As I’m chatting with the friendly bartender two men, possibly in their mid-twenties or early thirties, enter the bar and take a seat at the table just off the bar counter where I’m sitting. While still making a bit of smalltalk with the bartender I eavesdrop on their conversation… because they are talking about me. That really should make it perfectly okay to listen in, right? I’m basically in the conversation already. While the young man behind the bar prepares their order I sip on my cocktail and listen while they talk about my legs and my ass (I’ve got my back to them, so that is basically all they see) They seem to agree that they “would hit that” and when the bartender delivers the drinks I can tell that he is a bit embarrassed by the way they talk, he glances at me to see if I’ve heard it and I pretend I haven’t noticed. The bar is getting a bit more busy and the guests are keeping my new friend behind the bar busy… and the sound level is so hard that I can’t hear what the two men are saying anymore. I’ve downed two cocktails and it’s possible that the alcohol is part of the explanation as to why I decide to go over to the naughty boys at the table behind me. As I swing my legs around and put my feet down so I’m facing them they go silent - and they at least have the curtesy to look a little bit ashamed when I walk over to their table… but not enough to not be staring at my breasts showing behind the neckline of my top. 

“Good evening gentlemen, it’s getting a bit crowded over by the bar, would you mind if I sit down at your table? Or are you expecting company? I just need the chair, you don’t have to mind me.”

They exchange startled looks and then make a gesture for me to sit. It’s funny how some people can be downright rude when they don’t think you hear, but seem to have swallowed their tongues when eye to eye. I can’t help myself, I just have to let them know that I’ve overheard their conversation.

“So, boys, tell me more about those plans you’ve got for this evening…” I cock an eyebrow and smile. 

They look at each other, then both turn to me. The blonde one starts talking.

“Well… you’re fucking hot, we were just talking about…” 

Then he falls silent and after a short pause the other continues.

“You know, you’re sort of what the word MILF cooks down to. No offense.”

At least they both have the enough sense to look a bit sheepish.

I want to laugh, but do my best to look very serious when I lean forward and gesture for them to do the same. I’m aware that this makes the neckline of my top reveal most of what there is to see underneath it (but hey, that bra was expensive and it is so pretty it deserves to be seen) and they are trying SO hard not to look. 

 “Buy me a drink and tell me more.”

It takes a brief moment for them to realise that no, I’m not angry and they almost collide trying to get up at the same time. The blonde one is a bit quicker and makes his way to the bar while his companion is peeking down my top. 

The disappointment from earlier has evaporated and that tingling arousal is back. I push my shoulders back and my breasts towards him and I already know that my nipples are hard and very visibly so through the thin fabric. There are few things that lifts my mood so efficiently as putting ideas into peoples heads. Naughty ideas. Preferably very naughty ideas. 

Judging by how his eyes are now glued to my chest I’d say that I’ve succeeded. He seems to have forgotten all about language and is just staring. I look up and see blondie making his way back to the table with a small tray carrying three glasses. From the look of it I’d say it’s probably gin & tonic, a classic choice. He puts down the tray on the table and hits his buddy on the shoulder. 

“Focus!” 

He then makes a grand gesture for me to pick a glass, so I do while thanking him.

“Oh, it’s the least we can do - you’ve provided us with plenty of inspiration for the next wanking sessions and you haven’t even tried.”

I laugh out loud while the poor guy with his eyes still trained on my tits looks equal amounts mortified and happy. 

Blondie bounces down on the seat beside me, so I’m now sitting between them, our legs pressed against each others. Blondie, who obviously is the braver one of them both, places his arm on the backrest behind my neck, I can feel the warmth of his arm, but he doesn’t touch me. Clever boy.

“Well boys” I say, lifting my glass “Cheers and thanks for letting me intrude on you.”

This new seating arrangement has made Buddy realise that he can’t just keep staring at my boobs or he’ll get a sore neck. He isn’t quite as smooth as his compadre, though, so he places his hand on my thigh after downing at least half of the drink in one go. 

I’ve decided I want to play, so I let him - and I let my thighs fall apart, just a little bit, all the while leaning back so the top of my back makes contact with Blondies arm. He quickly catches on and takes the opportunity to drop his hand over my shoulder so it’s resting just above my breast. I lean forward, take a sip from my glass and when I sit back I angle my body slightly so his hand slides further down, his fingers now just a coupe of centimetres above my nipple. A very quick look down tells me that both men are having apparent bulges in their pants. Buddy is letting his hand slide down on the inside of my leg, approximately halfway up my thigh. He has very warm hands and the warmth is radiating from the inside of my thigh and it’s resonating in my pussy, I can feel myself getting wetter by the minute. 

The conversation sounds light - but everything we say has a distinct undertone of sexual innuendo and I’m pretty sure we all enjoy it.

“So, ms Milf… are you staying at the hotel?” Blondie takes a gulp from the drink and slides his hand yet a little further down, he now has my hard nipple under his fingers.

“Maybe” I answer. “How about you two?”

“Yeah. We’ve been in town for a convention, staying one more night. We’ve got rooms on the third floor, would you like to see the view?” 

I giggle. My room is on the top floor, but I’m not gonna tell them.

“We emptied the minibar in one of the rooms, but I think there’s a bottle of sparkling wine left in mine. Might we tempt you with a glass of bubbly and a view to the park?”

“That does sound delightful, but I want to make clear that this does not mean we’re going to fuck. If anyone decides it’s enough, that means it is enough. Am I making myself clear? Let’s just have some fun and see where it ends up.”

Buddy does look a little bit confused at this - I think he might have had one too many drinks already, but after all they both nod eagerly and down the rest of their drinks. I still have half of my gin & tonic left, but I figure it’s better I stay on the less intoxicated side if I’m going to go ahead with this. Buddy has no intention of leaving a drink, though, and quickly drinks up the rest of mine too while Blondie and myself get up from the table. 

As we make our way out from the bar and towards the elevators I have a feeling that I’m being watched. I glance around the room and notice the bartender smiling at me. I give him a little wink and a smile and then enter the elevator. Like all elevators this has a sign telling us that there can be no more than six persons or 750 kilos in the room - and like always I think to myself that those six persons would have to stand very close to each other, especially if they were to be around 750 kilos all in all. That said: this is not a big elevator. Blondie is right behind me and Buddy is fumbling with the key card to make the elevator work. I can feel Blondie’s warm breath on my neck and then combine being a good girl, bending over to help Buddy get the elevator to cooperate - and a very bad girl, pressing my behind firmly against Blondies crotch. He groans and I smile, all while Buddy looks relieved that the elevator is finally going up. It doesn’t take long to reach their floor, but it’s enough time for Blondie to put his hands on my hips and pull me closer and I can feel the bulge of his erection getting even more noticeable.

Buddy leads the way through the hotel corridor and their rooms aren’t that far off. Apparently they’ve emptied the mini bar in Blondie’s room, so that sparkling wine they promised is in Buddy’s room. He swipes the key card and opens the door, inviting us in. This is one of the rooms mainly used for business people staying over night, I’m guessing. It’s probably less than half the size of my own room and the bed is a single one, I’d say 90 wide at the most. Blondie walks to the window, making a move to pull the curtains closed - but I tell him to leave them open. I like it that way… and besides, the house on the opposite side of the road looks like offices, there are very few windows showing someone moving on that side… and there wouldn’t be be nor children to traumatise neither older people who’d be getting a heart attack they’d saw some action. You know me. I enjoy the idea of someone watching. 

I excuse myself and go into the bathroom. A quick pee and as I wash my hands I study my image in the mirror. That’ll do.

The boys have the good taste to still be dressed when I return, Buddy sits on the chair by the table and Blondie is standing at the window, looking out, but quickly turns when he hears the door open. Both are smiling and looking a bit like kids on Christmas, they are hopeful - but not sure what items on their wish list will make it into real life. 

“So, gentlemen, where’s that sparkling wine you promised along with the stunning view?”

Buddy produces the small bottle from the mini bar, adding that they unfortunately have no clean glasses left - but that the bottle is all mine if I don’t mind drinking straight from it. 

Seeing as they both seem to have had a bit more to drink than me already I agree and take a sip from the bottle. Maybe I’m a bit nervous after all or maybe it’s the lively bubbles of the wine, but some of the drink escapes my mouth, trickling down my chin and neck… and then make its way down between my breasts. They both stare at the liquid, like enchanted, before Blondie walks up to me, bends down and licks the wine from my skin. He trails his tongue very slowly and deliberately from my cleavage, over my clavicle and up my neck. It feels amazing. 

“Want to take that top off before it gets all soaked..?” 

I lift my arms and allow him to grab the hem of my top and pull it over my head. He throws the top on the desk and takes a step back to look at me. I’m wearing a dark red bra with straps across my chest and it very effectively draws attention to my breasts, barely hidden behind a sheer fabric. I know my nipples are hard, I almost always react the same way when I am being watched and admired. 

Blondie runs his index finger along my chest, following the borders of my bra. He then looks me in the eye and asks quietly if he can take off my trousers as well. I nod.

Buddy makes himself comfortable in the chair, seemingly content with watching at the moment. He has, though, unbuttoned the first button in his pants while Blondie steps in behind me, positioning me so I’m facing Buddy (and to some extent, the window) before reaching around me and starting to take off my trousers. They are black and fairly loose fitting, so it really doesn’t take more than to opening the fly and they slide down over my hips to my feet. He nudges me from behind and I step out of the pool of fabric by my feet. 

Blondie stays behind me, standing very close and once again I sense his breath on my neck as well as the hard bulge in his pants while he lets his hands caress my skin. Running his fingers along my hips, following the curve of my waist, stroking the skin that isn’t covered by my bra, up along my throat and neck. It feels like he is showing me off to Buddy - I can’t help but getting the feeling that they’ve done something along these lines before, but I don’t care. It feels really good to be presented like this. He whispers into my ear:

“May I take off your bra?”

I nod once more and he unhooks the clasps of my bra, but leaves it on at first. Buddy is mesmerised by what is happening in front of his eyes and now has undone his trousers completely. He’s been going commando, it seems, because there is no more fabric holding his erection captured. He squirms a bit in his seat, just enough for the trousers to slide down to release his cock - but he doesn’t touch it. Not yet, anyway.

Blondie slides his hand across my chest and in under the fabric of my bra, his warm hand cupping my breast, running his fingers over my hard nipple. I arch my back, pushing my breast into his palm… and my ass towards the erection in his pants. He slides the shoulder strap down, first on one side and then the other, leaving my bra dangling and my breasts free.

“Wait… you’ve got natural boobs?” He sounds surprised. 

“Yeah. I like them the way they are. Why?”

“Well… we just assumed, based on the size and composition, so to speak, that you had them done - but this is awesome!”

My bra drops to the floor and Blondie bends down to collect it, dropping it along with my pants and the top. He lifts an eyebrow and looks to my panties. 

“Sure” I say and drop them to the floor as well. Dutiful as a schoolboy Blondie picks them up, but instead of putting them in the pile with my other clothes he tosses them to Buddy. Surprisingly enough, considering the level of intoxication I assume Buddy has reached, he snatches them out of the air and brings them to his face, inhaling deeply several times. 

Blondie is still fully clothed, even has his shoes on… and Buddy has just opened his trousers enough for his cock to be accessed. Me, I am now fully naked save my heels. I like wearing heels and nothing more, it makes me feel a tantalising combination of feelings. Vulnerable and strong. Proud and naked. It’s good combinations.  

“May I lick your pussy?” Blondie motions to the bed, indicating that I’d lie down. He picks up one of the decorative pillows and once I’m on my back he puts it under my bum, lifting my hips up. Buddy pushes his chair a bit to the side, placing him just a little off my centre and this gives him a pretty much perfect view to my open legs. I, of course, know very well that I am wet as hell - and Buddy probably knows this too, considering the fact that he just had my soaked panties in his face. Blondie kneels by the foot end of the bed, putting his still wonderfully warm hands on the insides of my thighs and push my legs further apart. For a moment he is completely still and silent, he is just watching my vulva with what is best described as a reverend gaze - before he reaches in and pull me close. I’m shivering a bit now, it’s extremely arousing to be watched, to be seen, to be the object of their desire. Blondie’s face is so close now I feel the heat radiating from his skin - but he isn’t touching my pussy yet. Then he turns his head to look at Buddy and they exchange, I don’t know, some kind of code - nothing is said, but Blondie nods and turns his head to focus at me again. I’m so wonderfully horny and I basically just want to grab his head and make him lick me… but this is something more than just a sex act. This is a performance of sort and who am I to ruin the magic. Blondie, still with his face mere millimetres away from my pussy, starts stroking the insides of my thighs with his finger tips. Caressing my hips, reaching around to trail his fingers over the lower part of my stomach. I do my very best to stay still, not to force anything, but heavens - I just want his tongue on my pussy… and yet, what he does feels so amazing that I don’t want it to stop.

Buddy, over in the chair, has now started stroking his cock and tells me to touch my boobs. I do as I’m asked and now, finally, Blondie decides that it is time to make contact. He presses his nose into my vagina and then slowly rises his head, making the tip of his nose draw a trail between my labia and up to my clit - and when he reach thus far it’s like electric currents running through my body. I gasp and I think Buddy is echoing me - or maybe it’s just the room.

Between my legs Blondie has decided to actually lick me, he seems to be trying out different moves, how I react to a wide, soft tongue versus a harder and pointy tongue, he experiments with various speed, pattern, all while holding my hips tight, preventing me from getting away and also from trying to rush him by thrusting my hips. 

I have to admit that I never expected something like this, I figured they’d be trying to convince me to have a threesome or something along those lines - and this makes me yearn to feel cock… I even beg that Buddy let me suck his cock - but no, Buddy is watching, stroking his cock and he is probably going to cum pretty soon, but he isn’t coming over to me and he isn’t gonna cum over me (sorry, bad pun).

Blondie is giving head in the most exquisitely torturous way possible, I am so, so close to getting a massive orgasm - but he simply won’t let me. He is intent on licking my pussy every way he can think of, but me climaxing isn’t necessarily what he aims for. 

I have no idea what time it is or how long it’s been, but I feel like I’m close to blacking out, I can’t breathe properly, I want to scream, I want to get fucked, I am whining and begging - but to no avail. I’ve got no idea what Buddy is doing any more, I couldn’t care less. My whole being is focused on that area between my thighs and the tongue, lips, mouth and face that does this to me - and when he suddenly stops I don’t understand the world anymore. 

“Thanks ma’am” Blondie says from between my legs “I think that pretty much sums it up. Did you have a room at the hotel too? You can borrow a bathrobe while going back to your room if you don’t want to get dressed.” 

I am at loss for words. I don’t understand. 

“But…”

Blondie smiles, his face covered in my pussy juice.

“We’ve got another early morning tomorrow, last day of the convention. We really need to get to bed now.” 

He offers me his arm to get up from the bed, I am still utterly and completely confused. He grabs the bathrobe from the hook in the hallway and helps me to put it on. Buddy - who is fully clothed again, I don’t even know what happened between him watching us and jerking off and now, but he seems completely composed and hands me a bag with my clothes neatly folded and my handbag. They usher me out of the room and close the door behind them.

I’m standing in a hotel corridor with my clothes in a bag, naked under someone else’s bathrobe and I can’t think of anything else than fucking. I slowly make my way back to the elevators, manage to find my room key and press the button for the top floor. 

My mind is still completely blank when I enter my own room and drop the bag with my clothes and the handbag onto the sideboard before bouncing down on my own bed. 

What. The. Fuck? 

I’m staring ahead of me, seeing nothing. My whole body is in turmoil and for some reason I don’t want to masturbate - I mean, I’d hardly have to touch myself to go off, but for unclear reasons… I just don’t want to. 

I go to the bathroom to wash off my makeup, pee and brush my teeth before hitting the bed and falling into a sleep haunted by wet dreams. 

When I wake up it’s still completely dark, I’m not sure what woke me up - but it was most likely someone passing in the corridor, slamming a door somewhere or flushing the toilet in a nearby room. I flip the pillow over to the cool side and turn over to go back to sleep… when I realise that there is someone else in my room. Or… is there? No, I’m just being silly, it’s just some dream-infused confusion, right..? And that is when there is a shadow passing the faint light falling out from the bathroom - and I know I’m right. 

I’m still muddled by sleep so my movements are slow and my head is far from clear. I haven’t even managed to sit up in the bed before a hand presses over my mouth, keeping me quiet while pushing me back into bed. 

The shadow puts his mouth to my ear and whispers “Be. Silent. It’ll be better for you if you don’t try to fight back.”

How has he been able to get into my room? Is it someone from the staff? What the hell is happening?! It’s as if he’s reading my mind.

“You’ve not been very careful, have you? Leaving your room key out for anyone to take. You know you’re practically begging for it, don’t you? Flashing your tits for anyone to see, showing off that ass… you’re just asking to get fucked, you little slut…”

I try to protest, but his hand over my mouth makes it impossible for me to make any sense - and besides, he’s not likely to want to listen to what I have to say. 

Before I have time or sense to react he has straddled me and I hear the sound of tape ripping. His legs are pinning my arms down and I can’t do anything when he grabs my hands, one at a time, and tape them together over my head, fastening them to the bed post. 

I squirm, in spite of the warning that I should keep still, and have just enough time to take a deep breath to holler… when a strip of gaffa tape silences me. Next he pulls what I assume is a hood of some kind over my head, not that I’ve seen much anyhow the room being all dark, but this makes me completely blind and also muffles the sounds. I’m panicking now, the tape over my mouth and that hood makes it very hard to breathe and I yank so hard at the bed post that rattles. He seems to understand the reason and I can sense him leaning close again.

“If I remove the tape over your mouth… you will be quiet. Or else I’ll just replace it, I’m not the one struggling to breathe. Do you understand?”

I nod, trying to keep calm,  I’ll do what I’m told.  Oxygen is a powerful negotiating tool. 

The tape over my mouth gets ripped away and I suck air into my lungs. 

Even with the hood over my head I know that he has turned the light on in the room. I’ve been sleeping in an old t-shirt and my panties under double duvets, so when he pulls the covers away it gets suddenly cold - and it gets even cooler. Something metallic cold against my warm stomach. Knife? Scissors? and then the t-shirt is open, revealing my breasts. That cool metal circling my nipples, I’m trying not to move… and then, snip snip, there are no more panties. 

I try to press my legs together, I feel completely and utterly exposed. He tuts, I can almost detect laughter in his voice…

“Oh, so we are suddenly being modest, are we? Show me that pussy. Come on, you know you want me to see it…” 

The cool metal tool is very convincing, I can feel it sliding along my inner thigh and I give up. His hand strokes my thigh from the knee and up - and then his fingers are at my pussy. Thing is, of course, that I’m still wet from earlier tonight. Very wet. 

“Well what do we have here… This little cunt is soaking wet.” His hands are surprisingly soft when he uses my own juices, stroking along my labia and puts his fingers on each side of my clitoral hood where he presses down - and I gasp. Yeah. This treacherous body of mine, she still hasn’t come to rest - and she still hasn’t had that orgasm. 

I hear him chuckle silently and mumble something about what a wonderful slut I have proven to be… and then there is the sound of his belt opening, followed by a zipper. He is getting undressed. 

“I am going to film this, do you understand?” 

I squirm again and start protesting, but when he reminds me of the tape option I decide against loud protests. 

“Do I need to secure your legs open for me, so I can fuck you properly - or will you be obedient? Will you keep your wet pussy available for me at all times?”

I nod again, quietly. 

The bed rocks when he gets on it and he grabs my ass, moving it to a better position, I assume. His hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples, mumbling something… and then his cock, sliding up and down my labia, up to my clit and back down - again and again. My hips rise to meet him, my thighs sliding up his narrow hips and when he thrusts into me the sound escaping me is a sigh. Oh God… it feels so good. Slowly and purposefully he pumps his cock into me, one hand on my breast, the other framing my throat.

“You’re a good little slut, aren’t you? You’ve been wanting to be properly fucked, you need cock in that tight, wet pussy of yours.” 

I’m whispering in his ear. “Yes. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. “

There is a distinct smile in his voice when he whispers back in my ear. “I knew you needed this, but you never would have admitted it.“

I realise that I know that voice. I know this man… and yes, I’ve been yearning to fuck him. And yes, I remember what we talked about.