Page 64 of Intoxicated
Do I see my face the moment it happens?
You tell me. I’ve only come so hard again that I see nothing but stars before my face.
I feel more than that, though. I feel the natural guilt embedded into me from birth. Guilt that arouses and excites me. The feeling that I shouldn’t be doing this. Not with a man like this. Not when I have so manysmartsand so muchsophisticationbuilt inside of me that it’s a waste to fuck like this all night. I could be doing so much more with my life, right? More than squeezing a cock so hard that the man attached to it completely loses control and comes in two firm, satisfying bursts.
I fall down to the bed. Drew isn’t too far behind me, but he’s no longer touching my hot skin. It doesn’t matter. He’s still inside of me. I feel him dripping out, sticking to my thighs, and promising me that I’m all I want to be and more.
This intoxicating feeling is mutual, I’m sure.
“What a waste,”I can hear someone say in the deepest corners of my mind.“What a waste to take so much of a man when you have an IUD. You can’t even trap him with a baby. You like it, don’t you? You’re just a slut.”
I push myself up and look right into Drew’s mirror. My lover may have his arm flung over his face as he recuperates, but I’m instantly renewed by the view of my countenance.
That’s a woman who isn’t afraid of the truth. That’s a woman who will always shamelessly get what she wants, no guilt to get in her way.
That’s me.I’mthat woman.
