Bitextual

Sometimes she would find the

perfect couple who lived

just  far enough away for it to be

inconvenient, just near enough to be

tempting, so that between their trysts her

phone throbbed endlessly with texts from

one or other, keeping her

humidity high, her

erogeny on edge, her

work zoned out.

“Miss yr lips” “Which ones?”

“Fresh creampie—want it?”

Sometimes she would intrude into their

late-night sex:

“Is he in u?” “U in her?”

“Rim him like I rimmed u—dare?”

“Fk her tight little arse for me”

“Gonna DP u next time.”

And all the time her pussy

clenched at the thought of being

hooked on slender

scarlet-tipped fingers or riven by

blunt cock, trapped between

smooth and hairy skin.

(Copyright 21/6/11)