Fuck Me In The Shower
I send you a text. ‘The next time I see you you’re going to fuck me in the shower.’ Your reply is simple, you don’t object. ‘Yes.’ I cook us dinner and you arrive. There is tension in the air as we eat, our eyes meet across the table, there is an air of excitement as we both can’t help but think about our dessert. Each other. I’m done. I push my plate aside and pick up my wine. I watch you as I drink it – under the table my foot slides up your legs and comes to rest between your legs, pushing...