Girl of Smoke and Glass

by Ana Fluttersby

June Drabble War. Just a couple of minutes and the whole newfound purpose of my afternoons has passed and is gone. Like so much smoke. Green eyes. I wish I had the courage to look at them again. But I know that if I reach for him in anyway, he ll look right through me as if I were made of glass.

12. Chapter 12

2007

I start to fuck around.

I sometimes wonder why I don´t just simply whack off. But then I remember what it feels like to have a warm body next to me, and I remember why fucking indiscriminately works better.

I pound deep into her from behind. I only know she is enjoying herself from her exclamations of "Así, más… siiiiiii!" I don´t really pay attention to her needs. When I come, I bite my lip to keep from uttering my wife´s name.

"I´ll call you," I always promise.

That is, until one calls me on my bullshit.

"No, you won´t. You don´t even have my number. What´s my name?

"You're right. I won´t."

So, I stop promising shit.

Translation:

"There, more… yessss!"