He was smoking out in the balcony while she came out and grabbed his ass. They talked about their schedule for the next morning; all she wanted him to do was stay. It was just minutes ago she had had that orgasm, she hated it that he walked out of bed. He was a creature of habit. She tried to breathe in his scent as much as she could, she knew he wouldn’t come back again. She knew she had someone to go to and so did he. Yet all she wanted was for him to stay.
Years later when she found herself in the same room as him, all she wanted was to breathe in again, as much of him as she could. She knew she couldn’t keep him. She just wanted him to know how dearly she wanted him. Disregarding the submissive nature she had always had, she grabbed him by his neck and asked him to kneel. He obeyed and she put her toes in his mouth. It suddenly struck him, he hadn’t forgotten how it felt, how her skin tasted. He sucked on her toe in worship and she arched her feet out of sheer pleasure. She was his religion, he was just too dumb to admit. His tongue rolling around her feet, she sensed a weird feeling of power over him. He’d never say how much he loved her. This was her way of making him confess. She could see the bulge in his pants. But his worship was just getting started.