13 November 2013

Intimacy

Was that round three? Round four? Who knows...
I was floating on endorphins and adrenaline, the thrill of exploring old limits with a new lover.

His hand gently traced the line of my hip.

"What's this? It feels like a splinter."

 "I don't know...probably a little clogged pore or something"

I froze and watched in horror/fascination as he, quite matter-of-factly, extracted this little sliver of keratin from my skin with his thumbnails.

"That was, uhm...oddly...intimate?" I ventured uncomfortably.

He rolled his eyes and gave an exaggerated, exasperated sigh.

"I've had my tongue in your ass!"

"...good point."

 
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