Headspace

It’s a room. No more than fifteen feet by fifteen feet.
Live in here for more than a day, an afternoon, and my skin
Would crawl, everything in me clamouring to escape its
Confines. But right now, this moment, it’s cavernous
White walls stretching away and away into endless space
And me at the centre, so small. You’re over there, ten feet
And ten miles away. Eyes not on mine, but on me. I feel
At the centre of the universe, and I hate it.

Fast forward several endless seconds. Ten feet becomes
Ten inches. No inches. A hand in my hair, a mouth on mine.
Can’t breathe but there’s air in the room again. On the
Bed, tossed there. Flipped over. Crisp white covers for me to
Hold onto, fingers curling into their softness as a hand under my
Hips hauls me up, ass in the air. There’s an instant of
Anticipation then a crack, a sting. A fire. Sparks all over until
It coalesces into a burn. My thoughts slither down.

Then up again. Off the bed and onto my knees. Dizzy,
But there’s a cock in front of my face. Take it. Lick, suck,
Kiss. Swallow till the gag reflex kicks in. A moment’s respite
To push it back, then again. Hand on my head, pushing,
Guiding. Don’t think, do. My thoughts scatter. Move.
Get up, back on the bed. On my back, knees shoved up till
They’re almost by my head. The pressure uncomfortable but
It keeps my mind there, not on the blank white ceiling above

My head as a mouth delves between my legs. Heat there,
Licking, flicking. A tongue tip circling round my core. But the
Endless space above my head looms and I feel exposed. The
Flame flickers and dies. Can’t, not like this. You rescue me,
Face flooding my field of vision, lips and tongue on mine till
I’m swallowing the essence of myself. We move to the chair.
Unyielding hands guide me until I sink down onto you. Rise
And fall, grind back and forth. The space, the white air,

It threatens to overwhelm me again, but my hands are claws,
Talons digging into your chest and your eyes are there,
Waiting to imprison mine if I dare. Better. I’m captured,
And then a buzzing, filling in the empty spaces between my
Ragged breaths. A bullet vibe, directly on my clit as I rock.
The banked embers surge forward and with them comes
Relief. A tidal wave of it, sweeping over me with my
Orgasm. And yours. I fold forwards, and arms hold me together.

Up again, out of the room with the big empty spaces,
In the shower where hot water cascades down and
Embraces me. Like you do. Hands firm and confident
As they wash away sweat and sting, slickness and sex.
You press me against the tile, the cold at my front and
Your heat at my back solid and comforting. A kiss on
My neck a ghost of moments ago. The towel precedes
My clothes, concealing me again. Time to go.