On each thigh, just above the knee, I scratch his mark, his initial, his rune, over and over till I can see the white line on my skin in even the dim light. Rubies and diamonds. Finally she feels she has no choice. And she leaves it to him, whether he will enact her desires. You think I would've worn my alumni colors on the night the University of Connecticut won the women's NCAA basketball title, but I didn't.
School colors are useless to the naked.
I wore them to remind me of my body, to remind me of actual reality lest I become immersed in digital. Too much time online, and one loses one's flesh. I rubbed the cock over his taut belly and bounced it idly against his growing erection. He took a deep breath, curling his fingers in response. My fingers wrapped around his cock and pulled him closer.