The door slams shut. The car drives off. The quiet is welcoming. No need to worry about anything or anyone besides myself. The house is cold. I lay in the reverie of my warm bed. My naked body comfortable and soft beneath the sheets. I reach for my toy.
I long to feel hands touching me. My own will have to suffice. The bright morning light drifts in through the closed blinds reminding me this is the time people have “things to do”. And yet I lounge soaking in the sounds of the cars as they drive by like waves of purpose lapping at the sands. The desire in me mounts.
The need to crest to the top of lust and give way to the sweet release of ecstacy. My eyes still doey from sleep haven’t come into the day. They have no need to see or know of anything beyond the simple pleasure of this tranquility…..
and its ever delicious escape.