Chapter 93

So I wait. My hand keeps up its halfhearted motions, a thoughtful kneading, a steady rubbing, just something to do as my mind drifts. I fall back into a sort of waking slumber, a dream-like state where I imagine him coming in, I feel his hands on my lower belly, my balls. His breath on my face, his lips on my cheek, his fingers ease into me, myfingers, I’m doing this myself and dreaming it’s him. Above me, laying me back, whispering he loves me even as I lick the words from his lips.