Asa. His mouth on me. That flipping sex wedgie—who knew that was a thing?
My nipples harden.
Unbidden, the image of Lennox enters my mind.
I imagined him standing behind me. Hands on my breasts, cock nudging at my ass.
This is so wrong.
Asa enters the fantasy, on his knees before me, his massive tongue pressing hard on my clit.
Oh wow.
I touched myself gingerly, my hands still sore. But the thought of Asa kneeling before pushes me over the edge and I come in just seconds.
Stick to self-service Harmony, I remind myself.
Other people are trouble.
HARMONY
Tuesday morning, I wake up and stretch.
Yesterday was madness. Today I don’t want to see anyone, I just need to focus on my work. I’m way behind on my latest assignment, and way behind on my next blog entry.
I’ve been writing poems for most of my life, and last year I started a poetry Tumblr calledJust a Couple of Notes. It actually has a following now. Small but dedicated. I'm proud of it. I made this happen all by myself. No trading on my name, I'm the opposite of a nepo-baby. Nope, this is just me putting in the work.
Growing up, I barely had any education. I’m the first to admit my poems are not great art or literature.
I just like writing them. It's my hobby I guess.
Last night’s poem.
A Bear Pause
Making love in the great outdoors
Scratch my back with your great bear claws
You can eat my cake
It’s made of honey
Then hibernate
After all that cunny
I was so glad to finally get my GED last year. It is not very good for the ego, being a high school drop out.
This stupid data entry job is minimum wage, but I can’t really expect a better gig. I have no experience or training in anything.
I flex my hands, they are less sore, but I still can’t imagine
typing for any length of time will be fun. I’ll make coffee and see how the day is going to go.
Shit! Mr Coffee is broken.I’d forgotten about that. I’ll have to buy some instant powder next time I'm in town. Sighing, I am getting myself a glass of water, when there is a knock at the door.
I peek through the gingham curtains and see a basket on the doorstep and Asa’s blue bronco pulling away. When the vehicle has completely disappeared, I open the door and look down at a breakfast delivery.
