*“My love, I fear the silence of your hands.”*
*~Mahmoud Darwish*
Friday morning, she wakes up and follows the same routine. Yoga, breakfast, writing. Except for the morning kiss and the blowjob, his sperm on her lips and the moment when she admires the flowers… the violets are now withered and retrieve the way that she feels. Empty and blue…
She knows that she’s not the only one. And she knows that the other woman is no longer in his bed by 11 in the morning. But he didn’t call and he won’t call.
In the beginning, she was jealous and felt sadness and pain at the thought that he’s spending the whole day with somebody else. But after a while, she realized that the woman doesn’t stay for too long in his arms. Every time she is gone before noon. That was so curious, she thought… with a sigh of relief.
She knew the pattern. She will suddenly feel sadness that he won’t say a word to her all day long until they meet for dinner. On Fridays, they take dinner together with their closest group of friends. That Friday they were supposed to eat out.
By 4 PM she will feel anger and detachment. She will say that he’s cold hearted and will start writing some pages for her diary.
That will make her cool off and after that, she will start getting ready for the night out.
This Friday is no different. She is wearing a dress. A sexy black one, she knows that he loves that dress.
They will meet there. And he will kiss her deeply, with desire and longing.
Just like he always does after a Thursday getaway.
She doesn’t want to be different, but she can’t pretend. And she knows too well that he feels her too.
She is colder than usual, no doubt. This time, he can’t endure it all night long. He places his hand beneath the table, on her thigh. He pulls her dress up. Slowly. Inch by delicious inch. She can’t resist, the touch of him is torture for her. Sweet torture.
She is so wet. And his fingers fill her and move very gently. Their friends keep chatting, he intervents from time to time. She can’t say a word. She’s anyways pretty quiet, they won’t observe something different to her.
He leans towards her and whispers *Let’s fuck… I want you!*
She excuses herself and goes to the bathroom.
He says he has to give a quick phone call.
They meet in the hall and he grabs her waist and pushes her into the wall.
Her lips whisper *Devour me…*
They get into the bathroom, a clean and stylish one, for both women and men.
The moment when he enters her, she finally relieves all the tension she’s been holding on.
She can’t hold her loud moan. He presses his hand over her mouth and starts moving fast inside of her. He thrusts into her hard and she wanna cry out for pleasure. She wanna whisper out of breath how much she craves him inside of her. She wanna scream *Harder! Devour me! Break me! Love me! anything you want…*
When she returns, a friend notices that her make up is ruined. She gives a soft smile.
He returns seconds later. Their friends look at them and, by his smile, they know what just happened.
Hei guys, can you tell me in the comments if you notice words that I used wrong? English is not my first language, so my grammar is not so good. Give me a little help, please :)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i79ck9/red_velvet_erotic_shortstory_part_v
this is actually so beautiful. i came and i was impressed