Bibliophile Érotique: Beatrice Darling
The Masseuse
It happens like this:
Bodies beg for things that mouths don’t dare utter; she sees it all the time. She is here to touch, her desire arcifinious, boundaries firm. Mouth meets skin, and she inhales, slides, moves along him, hands, lips, tongue. She can feel his limbs tense and release, can taste the salt of his skin through the coconut, feels his near-silent pleading, and here finds herself–starved and half-mad from deprivation–wordlessly pleading back.
Her moans become unchoreographed, hips cadging for release. She says nothing, but he feels it anyway, turns before he should, his fingers pressing her flesh to purple. She fumbles at contrectation, fails, wants more. He is no longer silent, and neither is she, each playing at the pantomime of this-isn’t-why-we’re-here, each losing, falling out of character, forgetting their lines. His hands run up her body unrestrained, they render her barely lucid, impervious to reason, boundaries macerated in desire, and desire, and desire.
Reader, I fucked him.
The slip of lace that was a fence became a slip of latex that gave permission. There was no discussion; it was obvious. I closed my eyes. I watched in the mirror. Watched myself want something desperately enough to take it. Watched myself break step, not follow my own rules. But as I tensed and quickened, he took my face, told me to look at him, knew more than I was telling. Just for a moment. Just for the exactwrong moment, just before I closed my eyes, fell into myself, and came.
After, there was nothing to say, of course. We lay there in silence only as long as we felt was absolutely necessary before he showered, alone. He didn’t ask me to look at him again, and I didn’t. Didn’t ask questions. I didn’t either. My mouth was sated and uneager for babble.
I didn’t tell him he smelled like you.
The author:
Beatrice Darling is a sassmouth, recluse, bibliophage, and harlot. Occasionally, she blogs at littlemissobdurate.wordpress.com , and even more occasionally contributes for Tits and Sass. On Twitter as @missobdurate.
