As I fall into my bed, I do so with elation. I haven’t felt this alive in forever. Maybe it was the thrill of lying, the thrill of the perception, or just being without my mother breathing down my neck.
I suck in my bottom lip. The bottom lip that got kissed by my student, who wasn’t my student tonight, but a very, very persuasive neurosurgeon from France who fooled every single one of the attending surgeons and doctors.
I laugh out loud. It is just so perfect, and I quite entertain the idea of having a fake girlfriend at this point. It resolves so many problems. My mother. The work situation. No one will suspect me of having an affair with a student when I have an official girlfriend.
I have to say, the persona Amelie created is utterly genius. She took on a real name, a real persona, and did her research.
It’s quite illuminating to have a real-life view into the workings of a mind different than mine.
Am I scared? A lot. But right now, I am five glasses of wine and one glass of champagne into the night, and things feel quite all right, even though regret will inevitably come tomorrow.
Right now, I just feel. Feel her lips on mine. Her legs between mine. Holding up my arm, pressing me into the wall.
I close my eyes and brush my fingers over my lips. I follow down with them over my throat to my collarbone, over my breasts, down to between my legs. I caress my thighs first, before I slip my hand into my pajamas.
I don’t touch myself often, but today? I have longings, cravings. I caress my outer lips before I circle around my clit as I play a movie in my head. A movie of what started in the bathroom.
That kiss.
Her lips.
Her tongue…demanding me.
She kisses down my neck and nibbles my collarbone.
One hand cupping my breast.
I cup my own breast with my free hand and massage it—just like she would.
Her touch is demanding.
She wants me.
I am wanted.
Desired.
I moan out as I rub my palm over my clit.
She sinks to her knees in my mind's movie.
Slowly, with her tongue trailing down over my belly, my pubic, without breaking eye contact.
She kneels between my legs and lets her head fall back so she can lick me.
“Mhhh,” I moan out and shudder, as I can literally feel her tongue circling my clit.
She smirks devilishly at me with her eyes alone.
Those dark eyes.
I lose all my trains of thought as I release what has built within me, and with one final rub, a pulsating wave rushes through my core.
I just lie there for a moment, feeling. Taking in the sensation.
I have never come that fast.
Never.
