There was hardly any place left
Where we hadn't made love
We believed in concepts
It spiced up our
Otherwise mundane love making
Kitchen, staircase, washroom, terrace
Everywhere
That day while we were discussing
What next
I saw mischief brimming in his eyes
Before I could ask
He lifted me in the air
My back against him
I was scared of tripping
As I was voluptuous
For his lean frame
Sliding his fingers inside my lingerie
He started fingering
Till my juices drenched my layers
As he slid his turgidity betwixt my derriere
I arched in pain
He caught hold of my nape
And whispered 'be my slave'
With one hand on my neck
The other, slithering my petals
He invaded
As I remained hooked up mid air
Till his seeds trickled
Down my legs.
©LR
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