Special Guest Post from Cal (@uncmfrtblynmb) “The Usual”

The Usual

She stood outside the study for a good minute or so, mustering up the courage to go in.

The call had come from out of the blue, she hadn’t heard from him in years. Yet that was his name on the screen as she let the phone ring, and ring.

“H.. hello?”

“Tonight. 10pm. The usual.” 

Click.

The usual. Oh how she had longed for ‘the usual’. His rough hands all over her. His leather belt on her behind as she bent over the settee. His glistening knob between her lips. His firm hips ramming into her.

It took all her willpower to not spontaneously finger herself to an explosive climax on the cab ride over. Her hands shook as she handed the driver way more than she should have.

She didn’t bother knocking, the apartment door would be unlocked. Shrugging off her overcoat as she stepped into the living room, she heard the record player scratching from behind the closed sliding doors. Miles Davis, as always. 

Her pussy throbbed as she caught the scent of his cologne, thong almost fit to be wrung out. A quick adjustment of her bra to perk up her tits, and she was ready.

She slid open the doors and posed seductively, she hoped.

“Hello, Elena.”