He sat comfortably
on the chair in the corner of his home office. I had already put our son to bed
and checked the camera to the screen in our bedroom was online. He was working late, some book he was fast
proofreading to beat a deadline, but when he saw me looking the way I was –
nude, glistening from the massage oil I had applied on myself and some syrupy
liquid dripping between my legs – he stopped what he was doing immediately.
With the grace of a
deer I impaled myself on his erect phallus. I slipped in with ease, what he
loves, and settled at the base of his penis. Just for effect, I looked him in
the eyes, so I could see how his desire mounted and mine in his eyes. I felt
his hand on my back, then on my ass. I returned the favour by caressing his
chest. I leaned to kiss him, teasing him a bit so he won’t devour me like a
fox.