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wine and sit on the couch and play footsie. This is our ritual. He strokes me all over while I sip wine and admire the giant piece of ancient bone on his coffee table. There is a pile of books, too. The Everyday Millionaire . How to be happy. That kind of thing.
His hand brushes my lower back as his tongue flicks my ear and I vibrate.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy. Shall we go to bed?”
“After you,” he says.
I stop to get my condoms and lube out of my jacket pocket, and Ted tosses five hundred dollars down to my shoes in front of me. It had been on the table but I'd forgotten it. I shove it in my pocket and he follows me into his bedroom. He has the nicest bed. Really. It's comfortable in a way that only happens in rich city peoples' homes, I think. Like levitating on the softest clouds with nicely smelling fresh satin sheets.
We wrap our limbs around each other and kiss. I'm so happy to be humping his leg, teasing the head of his cock, and flicking my tongue across his lips. He rolls on top of me and in the dark of the single candle we lose the condoms for a second, and then I roll it on with my mouth.
“God, you're incredible,” he moans.
“Goddess,” I remind, always, as I lie back and spread my legs.
He pushes in sooo slowly. Every second is an eternity of bliss that ends all too quickly. I want to just repeat that part, over and over. He knows; he pulls out just as slow and pushes back in, another eternity.
Our noses touch and our eyes are dark wells staring into each other. He speeds up and I tighten my muscles around him.
“Fuck,” he says, “you're the fountain of youth.”
“Really? How old are you?” I didn't imagine he was much older than me.
“Let's just say forties.”
Oh. We roll over and I wiggle around on top of him until I'm in such a frenzy of bliss I can barely move, and then we roll over again. We cum together, our tongues entwined, and roll to the side.
His cheek is on mine and his leg is on my leg is on his leg is on mine, and he starts to snore. I'm always so impressed that people can fall asleep with a strange person in their apartment. Especially in their bed. It's an innocence I can't imagine.
He wakes when his neighbor shuts the door. We untangle and tangle again, and he falls back asleep, so beautiful. I play a game where I keep my eyes closed for 10 minutes. If it's been ten minutes when I open my eyes I can move an inch, but if I open my eyes before 10 minutes, I have to wait 20 minutes to move. Somewhere in the middle of my game, I fall asleep. I must be getting innocent too.
When I wake up, it's been three hours. He calls out for me to be careful on the roads as I'm getting dressed and says he misses me already. Sweet.
AFTERWORD
In winter, it's always dusk. Dusk or dark. The sun breaks the horizon and then moves along it, painfully slow, and drops back down.
The light is blue and it's hard to say whether it comes from the moon or emanates up from the snow. My boots crunch against the blue light. My big pack makes a sound that is more sensation, hovering on my back. I'm going home after a long weekend of whoring in the big city and finally paying off my land.
Now that my land is paid off, I can live here for the rest of my life for free. I want to erect an altar to whoring where I'll make offerings every day in thanks for my security. I want a big sign that says, “this land paid for with blow jobs,” in case I ever forget.
The blue deepens and I close my eyes. If you listen with your breath, the forest will move your feet.
“ Woo, woo, woo,” the owl calls and I stop. I haven't seen the owls since summer.
Whoo- whoo- whoo- an answer comes from the hill. They are moving together and apart, flirting. This is the season for owl love.
I put my hand up before stepping forward and find a
His hand brushes my lower back as his tongue flicks my ear and I vibrate.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy. Shall we go to bed?”
“After you,” he says.
I stop to get my condoms and lube out of my jacket pocket, and Ted tosses five hundred dollars down to my shoes in front of me. It had been on the table but I'd forgotten it. I shove it in my pocket and he follows me into his bedroom. He has the nicest bed. Really. It's comfortable in a way that only happens in rich city peoples' homes, I think. Like levitating on the softest clouds with nicely smelling fresh satin sheets.
We wrap our limbs around each other and kiss. I'm so happy to be humping his leg, teasing the head of his cock, and flicking my tongue across his lips. He rolls on top of me and in the dark of the single candle we lose the condoms for a second, and then I roll it on with my mouth.
“God, you're incredible,” he moans.
“Goddess,” I remind, always, as I lie back and spread my legs.
He pushes in sooo slowly. Every second is an eternity of bliss that ends all too quickly. I want to just repeat that part, over and over. He knows; he pulls out just as slow and pushes back in, another eternity.
Our noses touch and our eyes are dark wells staring into each other. He speeds up and I tighten my muscles around him.
“Fuck,” he says, “you're the fountain of youth.”
“Really? How old are you?” I didn't imagine he was much older than me.
“Let's just say forties.”
Oh. We roll over and I wiggle around on top of him until I'm in such a frenzy of bliss I can barely move, and then we roll over again. We cum together, our tongues entwined, and roll to the side.
His cheek is on mine and his leg is on my leg is on his leg is on mine, and he starts to snore. I'm always so impressed that people can fall asleep with a strange person in their apartment. Especially in their bed. It's an innocence I can't imagine.
He wakes when his neighbor shuts the door. We untangle and tangle again, and he falls back asleep, so beautiful. I play a game where I keep my eyes closed for 10 minutes. If it's been ten minutes when I open my eyes I can move an inch, but if I open my eyes before 10 minutes, I have to wait 20 minutes to move. Somewhere in the middle of my game, I fall asleep. I must be getting innocent too.
When I wake up, it's been three hours. He calls out for me to be careful on the roads as I'm getting dressed and says he misses me already. Sweet.
AFTERWORD
In winter, it's always dusk. Dusk or dark. The sun breaks the horizon and then moves along it, painfully slow, and drops back down.
The light is blue and it's hard to say whether it comes from the moon or emanates up from the snow. My boots crunch against the blue light. My big pack makes a sound that is more sensation, hovering on my back. I'm going home after a long weekend of whoring in the big city and finally paying off my land.
Now that my land is paid off, I can live here for the rest of my life for free. I want to erect an altar to whoring where I'll make offerings every day in thanks for my security. I want a big sign that says, “this land paid for with blow jobs,” in case I ever forget.
The blue deepens and I close my eyes. If you listen with your breath, the forest will move your feet.
“ Woo, woo, woo,” the owl calls and I stop. I haven't seen the owls since summer.
Whoo- whoo- whoo- an answer comes from the hill. They are moving together and apart, flirting. This is the season for owl love.
I put my hand up before stepping forward and find a
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