DIRTY DREAMS
This is a summer story, not a forever story.
The last day of summer. Richard comes home early tomorrow. We have twelve hours.
We spend them memorizing each other.
He fucks me in every room. Slow in the bedroom – face to face, his forehead against mine, his cock deep and grinding. Hard in the kitchen – bent over the counter where it started. Filthy in the pool – underwater, on the deck, in the shallow end where he holds me up and pounds me until the water is more cum than chlorine.
At midnight, we lie on the lounger. Naked. His cum inside me – three loads, four, I've lost count. His hand traces circles on my stomach.