relaxes back down, relief showing on his face. Good. He can feel like he won this game but he hasn’t. I thought keeping a distance was the best way to proceed but from the look on his face, I know this is the better idea.
I feel triumphant, like I have won something, although sitting here like this, feeling comfortable and content I’m not sure if I really have.
I’m starting to think that maybe I’m no longer playing the same game as him. Maybe my games are working already. Or he’s just not playing them.
****
May 21st 2014
We spent the next few nights like this together in the living room. I moved from the chair to sitting on the sofa with Damon. Things became easier between us. It isn’t so hard to just be around him. As long as we aren’t touching things usually turn out ok. We even started talking, but last night when things shifted to my family I made excuses and left the room, making it clear that it was not a topic I wished to discuss.
Tonight I am sitting waiting for Damon to come home from work. I made dinner again, nothing fancy just some fajitas. Opening the bottle of wine I hear Damon come through the door. He calls out my name to see if I’m here. I’m here alright.
“In here,” I reply as he walks through the kitchen door. He looks taken aback when he sees the table set with candles and I know he thinks this is a date. Exactly what I was going for.
“I just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay.” The words come out in a rush and a smile plays on Damon's lips.
“Sit down, Damon, or if you need a minute I can serve it out and keep it in the warmer?”
Damon shrugs out of his jacket, loosens his tie, and opens the top buttons of his shirt before getting comfortable. I look at him in awe. Everything he does is flawless, even when it comes to making love. Wait, we don’t make love we fuck. I’ll admit we fuck well, but still that’s all it is.
Just the thought of Damon pounding into me, whilst I writhe beneath him, makes my blood hot. I shake my head to get rid of the image of Damon above me, fucking me. I ’ll miss the physical side of him when this all ends.
I serve him his plate of food before taking a seat myself. A massive smile breaks out on his face.
“What?”I look at him puzzled.
“You made my favourite food, how did you know?” Shit I forgot about that. I quickly think of an excuse.
“It’s mine too. Is it ok?”
He smiles and takes a huge mouthful, speaking while still eating. “It’s good . Thank you.”
I sit down and we slip back into the comfortable silence we’ve become used to over the past few days. When we finish, I stand and carry the plates to the dishwasher but Damon takes them from me and directs me to the living room
“Go sit, relax,” he tells me and taps me on the bum as he pushes me through the door. It immediately sets something on fire inside me. Just that one simple touch has my body thrumming with need.
Sitting in the living room, the friction of the seam in my shorts is pressing my thong against my swollen bud. It’s enough to make me want to scream. I bring my hands up to cup my breasts. They’re heavy and full, my nipples stiff and pebbled. It’s not enough, all it does is increase my need to relieve the ache.
Listening to see if Damon is coming, I slide my hand down my stomach and into my shorts. As soon as my fingers touch my sensitive bud, I feel instant relief. My body feels on fire. I have been fighting to control this for too long. I need to find some way to get release without needing to involve Damon, but just the thought of my own hand or anyone other than Damon bringing me to orgasm is a disappointment.
The sensation taking over my body from just the soft touch I’m allowing myself makes my body quake. A small moan escapes my lips before I clamp my mouth shut, making sure to not let Damon know what I’m currently up to.
I close my eyes as I move my fingers down to my core. I push a finger inside me while
I feel triumphant, like I have won something, although sitting here like this, feeling comfortable and content I’m not sure if I really have.
I’m starting to think that maybe I’m no longer playing the same game as him. Maybe my games are working already. Or he’s just not playing them.
****
May 21st 2014
We spent the next few nights like this together in the living room. I moved from the chair to sitting on the sofa with Damon. Things became easier between us. It isn’t so hard to just be around him. As long as we aren’t touching things usually turn out ok. We even started talking, but last night when things shifted to my family I made excuses and left the room, making it clear that it was not a topic I wished to discuss.
Tonight I am sitting waiting for Damon to come home from work. I made dinner again, nothing fancy just some fajitas. Opening the bottle of wine I hear Damon come through the door. He calls out my name to see if I’m here. I’m here alright.
“In here,” I reply as he walks through the kitchen door. He looks taken aback when he sees the table set with candles and I know he thinks this is a date. Exactly what I was going for.
“I just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay.” The words come out in a rush and a smile plays on Damon's lips.
“Sit down, Damon, or if you need a minute I can serve it out and keep it in the warmer?”
Damon shrugs out of his jacket, loosens his tie, and opens the top buttons of his shirt before getting comfortable. I look at him in awe. Everything he does is flawless, even when it comes to making love. Wait, we don’t make love we fuck. I’ll admit we fuck well, but still that’s all it is.
Just the thought of Damon pounding into me, whilst I writhe beneath him, makes my blood hot. I shake my head to get rid of the image of Damon above me, fucking me. I ’ll miss the physical side of him when this all ends.
I serve him his plate of food before taking a seat myself. A massive smile breaks out on his face.
“What?”I look at him puzzled.
“You made my favourite food, how did you know?” Shit I forgot about that. I quickly think of an excuse.
“It’s mine too. Is it ok?”
He smiles and takes a huge mouthful, speaking while still eating. “It’s good . Thank you.”
I sit down and we slip back into the comfortable silence we’ve become used to over the past few days. When we finish, I stand and carry the plates to the dishwasher but Damon takes them from me and directs me to the living room
“Go sit, relax,” he tells me and taps me on the bum as he pushes me through the door. It immediately sets something on fire inside me. Just that one simple touch has my body thrumming with need.
Sitting in the living room, the friction of the seam in my shorts is pressing my thong against my swollen bud. It’s enough to make me want to scream. I bring my hands up to cup my breasts. They’re heavy and full, my nipples stiff and pebbled. It’s not enough, all it does is increase my need to relieve the ache.
Listening to see if Damon is coming, I slide my hand down my stomach and into my shorts. As soon as my fingers touch my sensitive bud, I feel instant relief. My body feels on fire. I have been fighting to control this for too long. I need to find some way to get release without needing to involve Damon, but just the thought of my own hand or anyone other than Damon bringing me to orgasm is a disappointment.
The sensation taking over my body from just the soft touch I’m allowing myself makes my body quake. A small moan escapes my lips before I clamp my mouth shut, making sure to not let Damon know what I’m currently up to.
I close my eyes as I move my fingers down to my core. I push a finger inside me while
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