Sunday Sermon

This was just after a heavy rain, I got in my car to drive away but it was badly stuck in the mud. After spinning my tires for what felt like ages a cute, wiry queer in a sleeveless flannel came to my rescue; Soren. They said they could give me a tow in the morning but they were getting out of there anyway and did I want a ride. It was dark, their hands were perfect on the steering wheel. Strong, precise, totally genderless. I’m not sure if they really did smell like wet wood or if it was just the forest all around us. That was five years ago and we’ve been together ever since.

I hear the door click shut. Without stirring I watch them enter. Graceful, barefoot, naked except the oversized canvas work coat they slip out of. Cute butt. They come toward the bed, and quietly slip between the sheets, trying not to wake me. With my back turned to them, I wiggle my bare ass over to their side of the bed and press against their cool, misty-morning skin. They press against me to warm up, cocoon me, a hand on my thigh, which then lightly slides all the way up my side, over my hips, resting at the dip of my waist, then a little bit higher, just beneath the breast, “is this okay?” they whisper.

I take their hand and place it over my breast, give it a squeeze as if to say, “go on.” They fondle me in handfuls, pinch my nipple between their forefinger and thumb, roll it around. It makes my hips rock a little. I let out a soft moan.

They slide their hand back down to my hip. I roll over onto my belly and they lift one of my ass cheeks away from the other, which causes the lips of my pussy to gently part. They slowly drop my ass, the lips kiss shut, lift and drop, lift and drop, open and shut. 

I start to rock against a phantom cock and they slowly, so slowly it feels like backtracking half the time, slide their hand down the curve of my ass, between my thighs, and trace up, dipping fingers into my warm, wet, pussy. Resting the heel of their hand on the low-ledge of my sacrum, they press down as their fingers find my clit. They kiss the back of my neck. They take their hand away and I can feel my body begging for it back. 

They bend a knee so their thigh rests just beneath my ass. Under their gentle restraint I’m biting at a pillow, exhaling through a clenched jaw. With their fingers on the nape of my neck they say, “what do you want next?”

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