Friday, March 23, 2012

Drabble: Picspiration

Thank you to the lovely @TwiSherry for providing me with this (NSFW) picspiration.

My shift went on forever, and the whale playing third base was too drunk to know if he should hit or stand on a thirteen.

Fucking thirteens.

I hadn’t bothered to undress once I was home. I slipped my bra off, unbuttoned my pants, and laid on the couch. TV was a welcome distraction from the images of his body over mine that played in my head.

When I heard the door, I stood, ready to greet him.

“Hi,” he said, cheeks lifting against his eyes.

“You’re late,” I said, pouting.

“You’re naked.”

“Not naked enough.”

“I can fix that.”


“Jesus, were your tits out like that all day?” he asked.

His hands were cold against my skin, leftover from the air-conditioning in his car thanks to the sweltering Nevada heat, no doubt. My nipples puckered, tight and taught against my chest.

“What if I was?” I taunted. “What if I told you all about the college boys that sat at my table for hours, staring.”

He bit at my neck, groaning. “Don’t make my jealous, baby. That’s not nice.”

I laughed. “Come on, then. Be nice to me.”

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.


“I thought you wanted me to be nice?” he said, pushing into me harder like I’d asked.

“I do,” I said, lost, swimming in a sea of him. “I want you to be nice and fuck me harder.”

His eyes rolled, but his body complied, fucking me hard and fast, relentlessly.

My hips met his and as I screamed his name when I came, my nails dug in to his shoulders.

Wrapped in the blankets, I hitched my leg over his and pulled him closer, kissing his strong shoulders.

We were quiet, a hum of understanding and love between us.

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