I went to the kitchen and poured myself a small glass of water from the filter by the light spilling in from the living room, then went to extinguish the light. She had long, straight Scandinavian blond hair, and a rounder, narrow face, and a tiny nose. She sucked gently, then licked the outside with careful and evenly distributed strokes, kissing it here and there, and taking me back in to suckle me lightly. Still smiling faintly, I fired the engine, put the car into gear, and started the twenty minute drive home. Her hands on my head were hypnotic. “Bedtime?”
“Bedtime,” I confirmed. When she felt me firming up, she hummed softly, as if in approval. Sometimes, I liked to just sit under the hot spray, as if to rest as the water washed the difficulties of my complicated contemporary life away.
