Folly

If you’ve been keeping score at home, wisdom, thus far, has prevailed.  But folly is mounting a tremendous rally. Do you have thoughts on the matter?

[Don’t miss P’s orgasm, at the end of this post….] Some minutes pass. I stroke your hair, gently. I hadn’t imagined how easy this all would be. I knew it would be fun, but now, as I hold your head,…

“Round 1, you son of a bitch. Your turn….” The look in your eye scares me. “Don’t you dare be a biter,” I say…. “Set me free,” you say, and I do. I untie you, remove the restraints, the belt.…

You feel the bed sag as my weight falls onto it.  You feel my fingers, gently, opening your thighs.  You feel my breath, warm, moist, on the inside of your thighs.  My lips brush your flesh, my tongue flicks at…

You fumble with the key card.  You open the door.  You’re not even halfway in when I push you, hard, onto the bed.  You yelp with surprise as you flop onto it.  I flip the bolt on the door, and…

This piece is a counterpoint to the other day’s post, “Wisdom.” As the plane descends into O’Hare, you smooth your sundress.  You look at the list I had sent you:  light, cotton sundress?  Check.  Cork-heeled shoes?  Check.  White cotton boyshorts…