My first boyfriend
(Centuries ago now!)
Wanted to watch me masturbate
Keen to know my favourite technique,
Which I was only too happy to demonstrate;
(Surprising myself by the pleasure of an audience).
When I was finished
(And in those days I could hit myself in the eye),
I asked about his own preferred method,
Noticing the happy effect my performance had on his
Equilibrium.
Laughing
He grabbed a pillow and
Rolled on top,
Fucking it the same way he happily
Fucked me,
Hips rolling like waves,
Butt rising and falling,
Rising again.
Laughter soon became hushed as
Intensity
Took over.
He looked me straight in the
Eye
Continuing to ride that happy pillow,
Daring me to look away,
Which I couldn't
Even if he'd asked.
Rhythm increasing
Like waves rolling
At high tide,
His ride became ferocious,
His breathing the roar of the surf,
Thrusting through the swell,
Past the point of returning to shore until his
Laughter
Bursts out again breaking the spell,
And he slumps down hard on his flooded pillow,
Breathing as if he'd run a mile,
Eyes closed
Smiling contentedly,
Happy
As I spray his now still buttocks
With more of my own insistent flood.
