I’m on my knees in this filthy bathroom staring at that hole in the wall. I can hear someone behind it and I know what they want, I just don’t know if I can give it to them.
This trip has made me realize how much our lives have slowed down. What was supposed to be a life-afirming cross country trip to serve as a closing chapter before we took the next step has made me yearn for a freedom I used to have.
It has to be my husband right, he knows I’m in here and knows that I would do this. I can convince myself it’s him, even if every bit of him that I can see looks so very different.
He told me that he had a surprise for me and I thought I knew what that was. But my husband is meek and mild and I never expected him to want something like this. To want me like this, on my knees staring up at this hole in the wall.
It feels so deliciously wicked, giving myself over to this moment. Letting go and taking hold of my cravings and letting them guide my hands and my mouth.
I’ve never felt so alive, and I know that I can’t stop.
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I snapped off the water, the whole room suddenly silent in the absence of its’ rushing roar.
Turning slowly, as if moving too quickly would spook it and send it running away like a wild animal, I moved to face the hole. One foot in front of the other until I was standing right in front of it staring down at it.
And what it was was unmistakable. There was no way that it could be anything but exactly what it appeared to be. I stared at the tile floor on the other side of it, wondering whether he was already there.
Then I saw a shadow cross over it and knew that the room on the other side was occupied.
I don’t know if I can really explain quite how appealing the anticipation was. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, could practically feel the blood pumping through my veins. From far off there was a rushing roar in my ears and my body was tuned to every movement and every sound. I was dizzy for the moment, the world fading away into darkness with the only light in it centered around that hole as the shadow grew darker on the other side and then he pushed himself through.
It was long and thick and gorgeous in every way. Achingly hard with pulsing veins throbbing on the shaft of it. I stared at it as the head of it flexed and twitched as it hung out in the air, as it bobbed idly back and forth for a moment, swaying from side to side and waiting for me.
Oh Jim, how could you have known that I needed this? How could you have known this would be exactly what I wanted? How could I not have known that you were the perfect man for me? How could it have been so long that I could barely even recognize your cock when it was right there in front of me.
Because it didn’t look like him, not like the memory of him that I had in my mind at least. It looked like the cock of a stranger, but I didn’t give a damn about that right now.
The world drew me down to my knees, a heaviness in my body as I fell down before him like he was a temple and I was a worshipper. My hands pressed at the walls as my head dropped close to him, breathing on him as he bobbed and swayed right there in front of me.
So close that I could feel him, could sense him, could almost smell the musk of his masculinity. So close that I could reach out in an instant and take him if I wanted to.
And I wanted to, oh fuck I needed to. I needed to feel him in my mouth and buried deep in my cunt. I needed to take this cock fully and feel it explode in me as I came deep around it. I needed this more than I had ever needed anything in my life before, and nothing was going to stand in my way.