finding elsewhere.

20th december, 2023.

he’s all my heart wants to talk about. but luckily, my brain converses willingly. i open the door of my studio and see us together. him in my skin.

falling about and kissing and falling about and kissing.

he chases me around the bed and we swallow one another whole. i sleep lightly next to him, my eyes briefly unveiled as he twitches awake.

and then his fingers are inside you. he’s groaning at how wet you are, the music playing suddenly silenced and the lapping of his fingers in you all that you both can hear.

he praises you when you play with yourself. he delights in hearing you come. and only when you’ve come multiple times does he, too. long. and intensely.

you feel all of his energy flow into you and then he’s on his knees behind you, kissing your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. panting and grateful, worshipping you.

he fell to earth, i’m certain of it. and i can’t imagine what his lips would look like if i hadn’t kissed them.

my mind goes back frequently to the last night we spent together. kissing the length of him as his eyes rolled back into his skull.

you are clay under his fingertips and you are moulded into whatever shape he dictates.

and finally you are in a state of undress whilst his taxi waits outside, pleading with him to leave a mark before he goes.

he falls over himself to get to you, fully dressed and rolling you and your exposed skin over, spanking you hard and then caressing the blushed skin before his hand bites again.

he groans and rolls his eyes as he backs out of the door, cursing the day’s plans.