I sat drinking my tea, the sweet steam from the matcha rising into my face as I sipped gingerly at the rim of the large bowl in my hands. I looked at Kenji’s fine body, sprawled out before me, naked and asleep. He lay on his stomach, his face buried in a pillow, his manhood smothered in the sheets, staining the soft pale fabric with the frothy mixture of him and of me; the cocktail of our sex.
The muscles in his body moved languidly as he shifted his weight and he let out a long slow sigh before his breathing settled back into a slow and steady rhythm. I lowered my tea, feeling the warmth of the cup in my hands, in my fingers, like I was holding a secret in my palm and it was burning to get out and be told. I thought of the secrets that lived inside the womb of my being and I closed my eyes and my mouth so that these secrets couldn’t suddenly escape from me at this moment when I was weak from the aftermath of copious use by my young lover.
There is never a time when a woman is weaker than after she has been used by a man. This is the moment for her when anything might happen, when she is no longer the author of her own destiny, but rather simply the carrier of the ambitions of others. This is the time when the seed of her lover might take root in her belly or when her judgement might be drowned in a sea of love and longing for her partner. For me, this was when my secrets were most likely to overcome the barriers I had erected to keep them locked inside of me.
My eyes fell again on Kenji. His thin body was covered in bite marks. The impressions of my teeth were like pink and purple butterflies spreading their wings across his flesh. I could feel the urge to sink my teeth into him again, as I had done a thousand times before and as I would do a thousand times again, and I clicked my teeth together like a cat nipping at a grasshopper. I licked my lips, the taste of his cream still thick and heavy on my tongue. I had gulped it down greedily, not letting him go until I had been satisfied that he had fed me every last drop that was in his body, until the ripe grapefruit between his legs had been drained and shriveled to the size of dried dates.
But now I lamented my greed and gluttony and felt an emptiness in my guts that I knew he would not rise to satisfy soon enough for my liking. Extending my right leg, I jabbed a toe into his ribs. He let out a low moan and rolled onto his side. His member, so thick and powerful only minutes before, now dangled small and useless like a broken twig among the thick black bush of his pubic hair.
As I lamented the uselessness of such a thing, my mind began to wander. She leaped from the bed suddenly and then raced out from the bedroom, flying on the wind like a phantom, toward my lover. She found him alone, in his apartment, working at his computer, in the way that he often did at these hours, so late at night and so early in the morning. She tangled her fingers in his blonde hair and bit her sharp teeth into his neck and a warm glow erupted deep in my sex as her lips met with his and she drank him in, sucking on his tongue and rubbing her soft cheeks against his rough, unshaven chin.
I blinked my eyes to find Kenji in front of me, snoring gently. I felt my face grow hot as I flushed with embarrassment. How could I have been so careless? I pushed thoughts of my lover from my head, stamping my secrets back down into my belly and locking them up tight. I scolded my mind for being so reckless. I touched my sex to calm her so that she might forget the touch of my lover, but my fingers came away wet and warm. I sucked at my fingertips thoughtfully. Kenji: asleep and useless. My lover: across town.
I dipped into the hot pool of my womanhood, massaging the soft flesh pea at the apex of my sex. I longed to be filled by my lover. I ached to be his vessel, overflowing with the juices of his fuzzy fruits. I peered off into the darkness and the time glowed in angry crimson digits: 2:43. I reached toward the window and peeled back the curtains. The moonlight poured in through the opening, splashing across Kenji’s flaccidness.
I reached toward him and ran my fingers through his pubic hair, taking his testicles in my hand and gently squeezing them. He began to swell and I smiled to myself, satisfied with the power of my touch. I worked his organ with deft fingers, like a sorceress weaving a spell and his body began to writhe. I giggled and climbed on top of his strong body, riding him like a mouse riding a tiger. He entered me and I climaxed immediately, collapsing against him as he began to pound into me like the hammer of a pale white god, smashing into the vast wetness of the ocean. My orgasm stretched out endlessly and I bit into my lip until I could taste blood, thinking I couldn’t possibly remain conscious for another moment longer, but finally he thrust deep into me and his body quivered violently as he exploded, emptying himself into my womb like a flood filling a narrow valley so that the white, foamy waters overflow into the surrounding countryside. I held fast to him as he finished, wishing only to die. Then he was still, except for the beating of his heart, hammering away in his chest like drums of war.
I lay on top of him, scarcely able to lift my eyelids. He remained inside me, still engorged, and I looked at the clock in the darkness, the redness of the numbers floating in the night air like mischievous spirits. It was still early on Monday morning. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander again. Secrets cannot escape when one is asleep.
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