Meditations on the female body

Donna

Lightly, you run the tip of the blade across the sole of her foot. Donna doesn't make a sound but twitches like it tickles. Interesting. You file that one away for later, and run the blade along her calf hard enough to scratch a normal woman's skin but it leaves no trace on Donna.

"I find it fascinating how your skin can be so soft and pliable but also so tough." You pass her knee and start up the back of her thighs. Adding pressure makes the skin indent like rubber but the surface refuses to part.

"Yeah, we're cool that way." You can all but hear her eyes roll as she says it.

"Oh don't worry," not that she sounded the slightest bit worried, "cutting isn't my kink." You trace the blade up over one ass cheek as your free hand lifts up the hem of her shirt. "Well, not cutting skin anyway," you amend, as the blade slices through the hem and cuts through the thin material with ease. You draw aside her long black hair and slice collar in two. The material falls to the side, revealing her strong, toned back. A shiver runs down her spine, maybe from the chill air or maybe she's just feeling the exposure.

"You're a real piece of work, asshole,” the former Teen Titan mutters as you run your fingers down the smooth skin of her exposed back.

"Women's backs are severely underrated. I mean don't get me wrong: tits, ass, legs, these are all magnificent too. But a clean, toned, woman's back is sexy as hell in its own right, don't you agree?"

"I…actually I do agree,” the lasso forces her to say.

She shudders a little as your fingers graze the base of her neck. "Am I to assume that like your sister you swing both ways?"

"My sex life is none of your damn…grrrr! I guess you’d call me bisexual, tho since coming to man's world I've dated men exclusively."

“So you prefer the penis?” you run the fingers of one hand through her long black hair while your other hand caresses her supple back from her neck down to her ass.

“It depends who it’s attached to,” you can hear her clenching her teeth, “but in general yes I find I’m more attracted to men sexually."

You roll her onto her side so she’s facing you. “And why do you think that is?” you ask as you brush hair back over her shoulder so you can see her face.

She does that Can’t Really Shrug thing again, “I mean why are you more attracted to women?”

“Um, because the female body is a work of art, while the male body is hairy and lumpy and has on average zero tits?” you say in the tone of explaining things to a dim five year old.

Donna actually chuckles at that, “You’re not wrong. But the body wants what it wants.”

You look down at her body. “It does indeed,” you agree. The remains of her T-shirt fall draped over her breasts, leaving her flat stomach bare. Below that, a bush of short black hair barely hides her sex. “And what does your body want in this moment?"