You know that brief moment after you hear your finger slide across the edge of paper or cardboard? You know the sound it makes; like a *hiss*?. You pull your hand back, maybe inhale, stare your digit, and wait for the burn.
You hope you got away with it. It does happen.
Then the burn comes.
The burn comes and you bleed.
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The engine is running.
I watch your skirt sway as you turn away from the blue postal box.
You left with something. You came back with nothing.
You pull the door closed. I don’t feel the car rock.
I don’t even hear the *thud*.
*Click*.
After a moment your seat belt allows me a quick sobering thought.
That’s it. There is no going back.
I look over and I watch you look straight through the windshield. I’m not sure if this is registering.
I watch your chest lift and fall. I watch you purse your lips on every exhale. I see your pulse move beneath the plain black choker around your neck.
It is.
I take my hand off of my lap and place it on your knee, giving it a light squeeze. I drag my fingertips back, slowly moving up the inside of your thigh. It gets warmer as I slide closer.
And then I feel it.
I knew it. I *fucking* knew it.
I turn my hand and rub the slick fluid between my thumb and fingers. I unconsciously squeeze myself through my jeans with my other hand. It feels good. My head gets light.
I bring up the wet hand, flipping the edge of your skirt. I’m salivating at the sight of your bare thighs, pale legs, and painted toes peeking through your sandals; the ones you *never* wear.
I move two moist fingers under your chin and turn your head toward me. I press my thumb against your lips.
You look at me and I see turbulence. I see love. I see relief.
I also see something else.
Is it trust? Or is it fear?
Can it be both?
I look back at you with love and warmth, but also with hunger; a deep, constant, selfish hunger I’ve had since the day we married.
I needed something I wasn’t sure you possessed. But you did.
**She** helped me find it. **She** helped me unlock it.
**She** named her price and **I paid it.**
*Hiss.*
Your mouth opens and I feel your tongue make a pass on my thumb. Another. And another.
I put my hand behind your head and pull you toward me; a kiss on the lips, a kiss with my tongue. I can’t taste you, but I want to. We pause and I feel your breath. I place a tender kiss on your cheek.
I sit back in my seat and put the car in gear. We roll forward and the motion brings my senses back.
As we pull out of the parking lot I see you press your hands down on your thighs. I see your hips begin to make small, tiny movements. Back and forth, side to side.
I can hear your breathing. I can hear you moaning.
It’s time to go home.
It is time for us to go home so you can give me everything.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/uk4b1i/mf_hell_and_postage