Like a Man

I used him like a man, I did. It didn't take any planning. Not a spec. And even less thought. Zero emotions. It turned him inside out.

I showed up without announcement. No explanations or excuses. Plesentarys were few. It was clear why I was there and what I wanted. Foreplay was minimally on the point of non existent. I simply moved the his keyboard and sat myself down in front of him. If I could have just unzipped my fly and whipped myself out, I would have. Instead I hitched up my dress and grabbed his head.

Shelfishness dictated in my want. Being the center of the universe and nothing mattered but my orgasm. With his curls wrapped around my fingers he had no choice but to please me. Oblivion was thinly disguised as desire.

I pretended not to see the confusion or hopefully expectation on his wet face when I was done. I simply smoothed my skirt and left him hanging. No apology crossed my lips, but an offhand thanks and a vague promise of a call on my way out his doors during my hasty exit.

He called my cell on the long way home. I never answered. There were three instead messages waiting for me from him on my computer and the phone was ringing as I walked in the door.

"Are you alright?" "You have me so worried?" "Please talk to me."

"Please, have you seen Me? I am so much better than alright."