Exposure by Annie Jocoby

find myself dancing in the aisles of grocery stores. Or at least, I used to, back when I was actually able to go to grocery stores.”
    He smiled. “Are those the only eccentricities that you’re going to cop to?”
    “Aside from the fact that I can’t leave the house without generally going ape-shit?”
    “Touché,” he said.
    “And what about you? Is talking to yourself the only eccentricity that you’re going to cop to?”
    “No,” he said. “There are many more. I’m sure that you’ll figure all of them out, though, within a matter of days.”
    “Hmmm,” I said. “I’m quite sure that you’re a weirdo. Nobody can be that perfect.”
    “What do you mean, that perfect?”
    “Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect body, perfect cock. Perfect job. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Your demons are hiding somewhere, I’m quite sure.”
    He smiled. “You got me pegged, alright. Remember, things are not always as they seem.”
    I nodded as I looked out the window. “Okay. Well, I guess I can live with your demons, whatever they are, as long as they don’t compel you to kill me and eat my liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.”
    He chuckled. “I love that movie. But, no, there’s only one thing I want to eat, CJ, at least when it comes to your body.” He raised both his eyebrows.
    I fingered my own clit as I thought about him between my legs again. In a low voice, I said “and what are you waiting for?”
    He grinned. “Lie down, CJ,” he ordered, and I did so willingly. I had to compartmentalize, though, the mind-blowing fucking that we were going to do from my emotions. As difficult as that was, I had to do that. This is only about your pleasure, CJ, not about love or even potentially about love. Just enjoy it.
    And pleasure was exactly what it was. His tongue was gentle and commanding, and he put a finger in my ass, further than it had gone prior. I groaned, feeling the tingly and prickling of my synapses and feeling the familiar flush of my body as it had yet another orgasm. The feeling was almost addictive. I had never actually been addicted to anything before, but, if drugs made a person feel as good as Asher was making me feel right at that moment, I could certainly understand the urge to become a junkie.
    Actually, at that point, that was what I was. I was a junkie. An Asher junkie. He had the ability to take me to highs that I had never before thought possible.
    He also had the ability to make me forget the pain.
    His tongue was swirling inside of me, while one of his fingers was making its way ever farther up my ass. I bucked up and writhed and moaned with pleasure. “Fuck me, Asher, please.”
    He unbuckled his pants and brought out his cock and sheathed it. He laid down on top of me, his glorious cock centimeters away from my pussy opening. “How about I make love to you instead?”
    I shook my head. “Don’t say that. Stop confusing me. Just please, I’m aching for you to fuck me long and hard.”
    I arched my back for emphasis. I needed to have him inside of me, filling me up. I needed the release that would give me. I needed to have my Asher fix, and I needed it right that very moment.
    But, as always, he was in control. So, he teased me. He laid down on top of me, his cock rubbing up against my clit. But he didn’t put it inside of me. I was swollen, throbbing and aching down there. I felt like my pussy was on fire.
    Instead of him putting his rock-hard cock inside of me, though, he just laid there with it right there, rubbing against me. He put my arms above my head, and put his hands underneath my sweater. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so his hands were soon on my naked breasts. He stroked my waist and took off my sweater so that he could lick and suck on my breasts.
    I couldn’t stand it. He was so close to entering me, yet he wasn’t. And then he was kissing me, more passionately than he had ever kissed me before. The entire time he was kissing me, though, I could feel his cock