Mf The Roof

As we walk into the restaurant we agreed on, it feels strange. This is as close to a date as we have had. We get seated and review the menu.Christmas has come with getting to be more open with you. We order and spend too much time talking so that the food chills before it is eaten. All the while, hands stroke hands and arms. Occasionally a tear is wiped away. There is a lot of weight with us.

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You excuse yourself from the table and the waitress comes over. “How long have you been together?” I have no idea how to answer that question. “Not long,” I reply. The bill is paid when you get back and we decide to go to our place. It feels like our place. In this city where I feel an outsider, only one place frames your beauty adequately, a roof.

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It’s not far from here to there and outside the restaurant, I kiss you deeply. The need and hunger in me is met equally with yours. My hand travels down your arm. I kiss you again, my teeth clamping onto your lip. I feel your body sag just a tad as you sigh. The kissing and touching, simply an amuse bouche to a entree I crave, but cannot be served today. I start the car and your hand finds my leg. I smile at how naturally touches come.

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We arrive at our place. Everytime we walk thru the door I swear I can hear your head laughing at how hipster this place is. Warmth envelops us as we leave the cool, wet, windy night. We order our drinks. I get my usual. How many times do you have to order something before you can call it that? You do the same. We take our drinks up the flight of stairs and out to the covered “roof”. The tables closest to the street are wet, so we find one more protected. We are alone. Alone in the midst of the city. This is our sanctuary from reality.

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I kiss you deeply again. Something inside Me awakens. Unthinking I let out a growl as I kiss you. you sigh into my lips. I break the kiss and look at you with a new hunger. I cannot imagine how this need can be close to satiated today. I did not mean to even feel this desire. But you… you give this to me. you stoke this fire in ways I cannot understand.

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My hand moves to your neck. you shift your head back giving me any access I want. I close my hand. I hear your breathing shallow. your face is a mix of fear and bliss. you trust Me. I know you do. I squeeze tighter. your body crumples with delight. I release My grip and you almost fall, your knees are weak and trembling. I kiss you again, and My hand travels up your leg. Without a word you open your legs to My touch. I know I could ask you how wet you are. I know you would tell Me today. But I love that the pussy between your legs, that cunt, My cunt is never anything less that absolutely truthful. She never tries to be coy or teasing. She is My spy, giving Me access to secrets you could try to hide. As My fingers slip between her lips, My spy tells me that you are needy, and wet, and hot, and perfect, and happy. your hips rise to meet My hand, trying to coax another quarter-inch between those lips. A few pumps and I can read on your face that you want to cum. I don’t allow you at first. I want you to remember the need, remember the anticipation, and remember the release as I say, “cum for Me.” your body shivers in glee. I pull My hand back away from you, and your eyes tell Me that you are no longer whole. I grin in response. I start to lick My fingers as I hear the door open.

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Another couple has joined us up here. They are half our age. I both envy and pity them, the naivete of youth, a blessing and curse. They without looking take a table near the street. They are too much in entranced with each other to notice anything. We turn our chairs toward each other. Our legs zipper. you push your leg further between Mine. I move to the edge of the chair. you begin to rub. I know you can feel the readiness between My legs. you grin as you move your knee up and down. We talk about something, about everything. I smile as you think you are sly, keeping My cock hard with your knee. It is nice to feel this desire from someone else.

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The couple now realizes they are getting wet, and the desire for ambiance is overwhelmed by the desire for warmth. They leave and I pull you to the edge of your chair. My knee now grinds into you. I know I can feel your heat thru the layers of fabric. Is that your wetness too? It is not long before your eyes are begging for release. I ask, “do you want to cum?”

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“mmhmm”

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“Is that how you ask?”

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“blgg… please Sir, may I cum?” you stutter to Me.

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“Cum,” I command. your body writhes in delight. I keep pressure on you. Soon you are rubbing with need.

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“may i cum again?” you plead.

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I tell you that you may cum as you like until I tell you otherwise. you begin to hump my leg with abandon. your hands grip My shoulders. you shudder and your tempo slows, but just for a moment. then you are full tilt again. I love watching you cum for Me. I can tell by your face and tempo as you get close and then cum for Me.

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“One more minute and you are done,” I tell you as flatly as I can. you make sure this last given minute is fruitful. “Stop,” I say as you shudder one last time. you look up and me and grin.

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“Thank you” you whisper to me. I am not sure if you could speak louder than that if you tried. I am about to say something more when the door opens again and someone else wanders into the sheltered night.

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We sit back down and finish our drinks. I check the time. The stolen moments have to come to an end. I know my eyes fill with joy and sorrow. We walk down the stairs, back to reality, back to the world.

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One last kiss. A kiss of love, lust, need, thanks, sadness, and desire. A kiss that is both and eternity and an instant.

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