Sometimes…

Sometimes it’s been a while. A while since you’ve been in the mood. A while since you’ve been touched, or touched yourself.
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Sometimes it’s been a while. A while since you’ve been in the mood. A while since you’ve been touched, or touched yourself.

My husband’s girlfriend stands before me, taking me in. Her eyes sweep down, then up, asking silent questions, even while her words say polite courtesies in a cheerful tone.
I assess her and can’t help but notice the similarities. There aren’t any.

rapture swells and retreats, like waves on the open sea. Stars blink outside the open window and contented, I close my eyes as I'm overtaken by sleep.

She gasps before her fingers reach, then linger over the phallic substitute once more. A slight tremor belays her excitement.
“It’s glorious Giambologna! Magnifico!”

mouth latches onto the nub at the apex of my thighs and I cry out, eclipsing the rumblings of thunder. He devours me lick by lick,

"You can paint me nude. In the end, you can place clothes upon me, if you wish, but this is the painting I want, not some stuffy portrait made for the salon"