I Remember, Pt. 14
Added 2017-01-05 19:09:56 +0000 UTC
I remember studying the pattern in the cracked laminate propellor of your ceiling fan, hearing the steady whir of your roommates air purifier in the next room, wondering if I should have taken my itchy woolen socks off. I studied the wall patterns of light and contrast from the broken street lamp while your tongue and teeth toyed with my genitals. I lay there, prostrate and exposed like I never had before, uncertain of how to react, feeling more discomfort than elation, and wondering if my arousal were living up to your standard of average partners. My body squirmed and twisted uncontrollably, and occasionally sounds would squeak past my lips without my intention. Suddenly and without warning, I exploded down your throat, and my first reaction was to apologize, unsure of what the protocol for such matters were. But you clutched my hands tighter, fingers intertwined in both hands, and eventually crawled up to meet your face with mine. Your broad wet smile barely noticeable in the dark suddenly reminded me of an illicit French film my brother once showed me at too early of an age, and all I could think of was an unfamiliar, aggressive and animalistic desire for more.
