The Vial.

It would be true to write that I am his muse. This thing of ours has changed the game. The game has two players and one coach. And now I am going to write in free fall so you might get a glimpse from behind the curtain.

It has been ten days since I last smelled his scent. Nine sleeps since I felt his fire. I have practised the art of fucking patience. It escapes me. I don’t like waiting. For anything. Anytime. Ever. But I continue to breathe even if these breaths are shallow. I will not care. I won’t show him that his presence matters. You wait.

Today he will bring my present. A vial. We are to fill it with his cum and my spit. It will take centre stage forever more. It will capture this one moment where I have his cum and fill the vial from my mouth. It will serve as a reminder when he is gone.

He is here and he smells so good. I inhale him. His scent has made my heart race. I kiss his face I kiss his lips I kiss the hello out of the way. Nonchalance laughed and left the room. That first kiss is like his first kiss but his lips already know mine and mine already long for his. I feel his tongue and his lips and his teeth and my cunt comes out to play.

We sound like we are enjoying a meal. It is a lot of moaning I hear from both our mouths. The deeply satisfying kiss that has no intention of ending. But he wants to see my cunt now. He leans against the headboard while I position myself in front of him. I watch him masturbate while he inspects me from the inside out with legs spread with good intention.

This cock that I worship with every part of my being is in my mouth now. I paint my lips with pre-cum and lovingly lick and suck with the wild abandon of a wanton whore. This cock belongs to my whore mouth my whore cunt my whore arsehole. It belongs. I want. Please.

And in the quiet of the rush there is a whisper. His mouth whispers words in the nape of my neck. I steal them. I hide them deep down where they will live now. His words that he never speaks have escaped from the back of his throat. Nonchalance let out a laugh from the other room.

Fucking him takes me beyond my limits. Quite simply I haven’t any. And it feels good. I gush all over him. The bed is soaked with my lust. The room has the musky scent of wild snaking up the walls before it drips from the ceiling. I lick his armpits. I lick his arsehole. I want every part of him inside of my mouth. He loves it. He loves my eyes. He loves my mouth. He loves my cunt. He loves my breasts. He loves my body. He loves fucking me.

I spit in his mouth so he can take me home afterward. I will be in his belly. I will remind him from whence he came. I open wide to feel him on my tongue. He holds his beautiful cock out and lets me lick the last of it. The vial is open so slowly I fill it with us. Our energy. This thing we have. I call it insatiable. It is a thirst I cannot quench.

I walk with him to the door before he pulls me in and twirls me around like some giddy fucking girl who just wants to dance. It is like being drunk or high. I inhale him again. I inhale him again. The kiss is less urgent now. It lingers. It is soft and gentle and it ends with goodbye.