They were touching me.
Many fingers over my body. Unknown whose they were, unclear from what direction, or when. It was affecting me like electricity. Strongly intensive, there’s nothing like a situation when one is watching. I didn’t know what they’ll do to me at the moment, nor the following instant. I was powerless, vulnerable, and dependent.
I was simply breathing heavily and expecting, vibrating from the excitement as they were feeling me. Someone began sucking my nipple. I hardened all over and exclaimed… then the other. Frankly my uterus tensed up. My moans grew stronger, they were sucking on my nipples and squeezing my bottom. They were slightly pulling me here and there – maddening! The feeling that I’m desired was to some superb degree. Maybe they were looser knowing I couldn’t see them. I truly felt them freer, more rapaciously attuned, without the woman’s x-ray gaze. They turned me and pushed me onto the couch. I kneeled on all fours. Someone approached my face and my lips embraced a boner that began screwing my mouth. From the back, they meddled with my damp slit. A third pair of hands were caressing my tits, falling into that position.
“Oh, how she blows, the tramp”, I heard over me.
“And who are you?” I asked.
From Perverse games by Ema Tomova