Blood bath

The water is warm. Behind the curtains, through the open window, the summer sun is well engaged in its downward course behind the horizon. I close my eyes and slowly stir. There is nothing like a good bath on a late Sunday with a glass of red.

Time passes, the water gets colder but the air remains warm and I soak pleasantly. From time to time, I take a sip from the tall glass on the small table by the tub. I feel good, resting my sore body in the comforting cocoon that surrounds me.

Eyes still closed, I think of Hank. He is a colleague at work, good looking, tall and strong. I like them tall and strong. A colleague I would to love to see in my bed but, company policy is quite strict on matters of fraternisation and I love my job. But there is nothing in the policy about fantasising.

So I start thinking of him, thinking what kind of games we could play together on a late Sunday, like this one. Clue, backgammon, monopoly. I chuckle to my own joke. Adult games, of course, the kind of games you play behind closed doors, the kind of games that would make him not only tall and strong but hard, hard as a rock.

I picture myself, on my knees, gently cupping his balls below his flaccid cock, running my nails along the length of his long organ. And I smile and I bite my lip. Another sip of wine. The astringency of the rich Californian red strain my gums.

I picture myself wrapping two fingers around his shaft and looking at him in the eyes. Joyfully, I realize that my gums are not the only parts of my anatomy that are being stimulated right now. A gentle warmth starts to radiate between my thighs. This is going to end well, I can feel it already.

I picture him slowly growing hard between my fingers. I imagine, because never having had the chance of seeing him naked, I can only imagine, I imagine how strong and long he becomes just by the gentle pressure of my phalanxes on his cock and my eyes into his eyes. Long not big, I like them long not big, I like them to fill me as deep as possible, slipping inside me like snake reaching into my depths without too much disturbing my innards, gently, as if asking for permission.

And right now, Hank, my fantasized Hank, is growing as long as he can be and I feel myself wet and it feels good. I sigh, loudly… I do not care, I am all by myself and the next door neighbor is off on holiday so I sigh as loud as I want letting my voice fall out the window into the young night.

Time to get serious. I open my eyes and reach for the small towel that will end up on my eyes and for the small yellow rubber duck that will, soon but not yet, help me reach the happy conclusion. The water pours on the towel burning my fingers. I turn it off and rest back. The towel is at the perfect temperature. The yellow palmipede floats at hands’ reach. I lay the clothe on my forehead and eyes. Now, I can gently fall back into my fantasy.

Hank is right where I left him, where I want him, how I want him… long and hard. I push the member down, the tiny vertical slit at the end of his shaft is just a few inches away from my lips. My left hand is now casually petting my thigh, my real thigh not my fantasy one, and my fingers are aggressively attracted to my pussy, I do not resist. Why would I? This is what I want after all.

“Hum,”

Did I just hear that? A dubitative “hum”… not dubitative, a happily surprised “hum”. No… it cannot be. I am home alone and all the doors are locked. Are they? Yes, definitely, all of them, closed, the only opening to the outside world is my window and the window is at least fifteen feet above street level. You would need one hell of a ladder to reach my window… My stimulated imagination playing tricks on me… No reasons to worry, I just made that up.

My fingers are now gently pressuring over the shy hood of my clit. I part my lips, both of them, I mean upper lips, both in this world and in the world where I am about to suck Hank’s cock. I shiver, I like to talk trash when I fuck, or in this case, I like to think trash when I fantasize. The hood slowly slides back as the stimulation brings forth my little rosebud. The tip of my index brushes past it. I shiver again. My head rests back. I let out a long moan. I go back to Hank.

I picture my lips wrapping around the long shaft. In my mind’s eye, I can feel him twitch above my tongue, I taste his foul yet so delicious dick. I let him slide all the way, gagging on his cock and I start touching myself, a hand between my thighs, just like in the real world. I slip a finger inside of me.

“Nice…” an unknown feminine voice whispers behind my ear.

I want to jerk, rip the towel off my face, stand and start shouting but a hand, a very strong hand, falls on my face and twists it to the side. All I want now is to scream, so I do. But it is useless, my neighbor, on holiday, the next one, so far away that someone could **** me and he would not notice a thing. Is the intruder about to **** me? It could very well be.

“Relax… enjoy… let me do my thing…”

The voice again, the words falling into my ear, drilling into my will. And somehow, I do relax, I stop screaming. And when the stranger’s hand starts to trail down my chest, when her fingers wrap around my breast, I do enjoy it. I sigh. So I let her do her thing, whatever her thing is.

Lips on my neck. Cold lips, they part. A tongue teasing my skin. A cold tongue, it licks my neck. I shiver, not from the cold but from the delightful touch of the stranger.

“Mmmmh” I say.

“Mmmmh” she replies.

Her fingers playing with my nipple. My fingers, with my clit. This is absurd. This whole situation, I mean. I should be screaming my lungs out but, I let the intruder play with me…

“Mmmmh” me again.

“Mmmmh” she replies, again.

My nipple is left alone and the hand works its way down my belly. The tip of one finger gently bumps into my belly button but it does not stop. It goes further south, further down. Trimmed bush, the hand passes above it. My own fingers wrapped by hers, she teases me.

My neck is left alone. She pushes my face towards hers. Our lips meet. Her tongue presses through. I let her pass. She tastes like metal, coppery and she is cold. She tastes good. My pelvis rises above the water to facilitate access. She slides a finger along my labia. It goes through.

“Mmmmh”

“Mmmmh”

Her kiss is deep, passionate and her finger is long, digging deep. Another one of her digits pushes through, inside of me, mixing her cold with my heat. Burning heat. Hank is not on my mind anymore, only the stranger, only the intruder. And her lips are soft and her mouth is hungry. She drinks my saliva, she drinks me. And she digs into me with her fingers. And it feels good.

“Mmmmh”

“Mmmmh”

But she does not get enough, so my lips are disregarded and my face is pushed back to a side. Again on my neck, again cold lips, cold tongue… hard teeth. She starts biting, harder and harder. It hurts, I want to tell her but I cannot. My skin breaks, my blood pours into her mouth, on my chest. And her finger dig deeper and deeper, and she pulls, and I come. She sucks… my blood. She drinks it. I can feel her teeth grinding against my bone. It hurts but it should hurt a lot more. And the pain recedes. Slowly. And my pleasure grows. Fast.

“Mmmmh”

“Mmmmh”

I can hear her sucking, slurping, lapping at the blood pooling on my shoulder. And her fingers inside of me and her teeth, sharp, inside of me. I pant. Trying to catch my breath. Trying to stay afloat.

“Mmmmh”

“Mmmmh”

I feel dizzy, I feel weak and yet this is so pleasant. Each time she takes a drag, each time she sucks, my neck tingles, my tits tingle, my pussy tingles and I drown in the most comfortable bed. Piles of pillows surrounding me, warm pillows. I do not have the strength to pull my ass up, so I let it fall. So does my bust. So do my feet and legs. But my head and shoulders remain afloat because she does not let go.

Until she does and the water surrounds me. The towel floats away. The air leaves my lungs, it makes tiny bubbles above me. I am now in a warm cocoon of reddish water. The intruder stands. I see her for the first time, she is as beautiful as I pictured her. Blurry through the water. Water that is now filling my lungs. But it does not hurt. The pleasure is still there but the light recedes. The last image I get is the rubber duck, floating lazily, careless at the surface of my blood bath.

I die.

Until I wake up and Hank is back on my mind. Fuck company policies. Tonight, I fuck him… tonight… I suck him dry.