Friday 30 December 2011

Water

It's always that intense moment after. As his seed slowly trickles down my throat, and his belly is covered in my saliva (I am messy like that), I rest my head there for a little. Sometimes his cock still in my mouth, softening lightly. He holds his hands in my hair stroking me gently. I don't want to move up for the inevitable kiss and he never makes me to. I want to stay there, taking in the heady aroma of his cum and my sweat, my cheek against his cock and hair on his stomach.

Then he shifts a bit. Takes off my blindfold. I see his face for the first time since I walked through the door.

"Would you like a drink?"
"Yes"
"What would you like?'
"Water"

He brings me a glass. I never look up. I just take it because I am still holding the olfactory memory in my head and I don't want to let go. I have a deep, long slugging drink of delicious watery neutralness washing away his cum and his taste.

Then I turn over and smile.

"So, how are you?"