Women Seeking Women #106 - Scene 1

Jared looks down at me. His cock thick and glistening from my mouth. I'd say I look up at him, but I can't see. Any face he might make is lost in shadow. The rain hits the hood of his raincoat in staccato bursts, muffling the suck of his thrusts when he grabs the back of my head. June 13th feels like some fever dream, twelve years back, when work barely paid and desire cost nothing but pride. There's no logic. Just the stench of wet wool and my lips stretching around him. His growl dips when I gag. That jagged sound holds me still, throat working, taking it deeper than pride allows.