Other voices

The reclu­sive spaces aren’t empty. We haven’t stopped. We’ve sim­ply stopped talking.

It’s like that though occa­sion­ally. Some­times when A___ rides me I talk to her about the things she’s doing and the things I could do to her. As I slide my hands down her thighs I talk about the pho­tographs that could be taken of her in this posi­tion. With my hands mas­sag­ing her ass I talk about her first time being fucked that way — still to come. In between kisses and suck­ing on her breasts I talk about watch­ing her play with another woman’s breasts with her hands and lips. I remind her of times when she’s done that. I pull on her hair and talk about restrain­ing her and cum­ming over her. As she takes me all the way in I remind her that her mouth could have another cock too.

All this talk­ing makes her cum. Some­times I tell her to cum quietly

Turn­ing over then and I pound into her. Mostly I don’t talk any­more but I know that as her orgasm drifts off and mine arrives her head is full of images too.

Recently we’ve been talk­ing less though. Or we’ve been talk­ing just as much as before, only with our hands.

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