Page 62 of Love Me Like It's Real
After last night, I feel like such a slut. And I like it.
I don’t know what it is. Sex with Mark was…nice but a chore. After I started my transition it became a thing I despised, because he despised me. I’ve never truly experienced sex the way I have with Hayworth. It was a revelation. A transformation. It felt good.
Even though we stuck to the basic stuff—i.e. blowjobs—it didn’t feel basic. It didn’t even feel like anything was missing. Just mutual exchange of favors and pleasure.
It’s no wonder I can’t focus this morning. A regular old contemporary romance cover that should take me no less than a couple of hours to get into shape, is still looking shoddy and unfinished by lunch time.
All I can do is keep going back to last night and relive it. My body reacts to the memories as if everything is happening in real time, I can’t help but touch myself.
I undo the button of my jeans and slip my hand inside and lean back against my desk chair, closing my eyes and letting Hayworth claim me again.
I trap my cock between two fingers and rub him over and over. It makes me harder and I throb as the sensation travels down my body all the way to my toes.
The more I keep going the more I gasp until I allow myself release. It reverberates through me like a rhythm to an earworm of a song that gets more addictive with each play.
I’ve never been like this. I’ve been horny but not touch-myself-in-the-middle-of-the-day horny and I can’t say I don’t like it. Every day since my transition I’ve been finding out things about myself I would never have known otherwise, whether bad—like Mark’s true feelings—or good—like last night’s revelation.
After a visit to the bathroom to clean myself and wash my hands I go back to my cover but I still can’t focus.
I get an itch. An itch for something I’ve been struggling with for a long time.
I open a blank Word document and without thinking too much about it just start typing and typing and typing until my word vomit turns into the filthiest sex scene I’ve ever come across.
And naturally the only thing that gets me out of my laser-sharp focus is the sound of my phone blooping.
I shake my head, save the scene and reach for my cell to read my text.
Hayworth:
Last night was fluffing awesome. When are we doing it again?
I hesitate a bit before I respond. I don’t want to encourage him, but at the same time I want to get my fill of this newfound thirst for dick.
Felix:
It really was. I don’t know when I can do this again. I need to check with Cheyenne.
His response comes so ridiculously fast it makes me think either he’s dictating the message or he was already typing it before I replied.
Hayworth:
Well, hurry up. I can’t wait to fuck you.
And there it goes again. My cock that pulses at the mere thought of Hayworth naked before me.
I might be in trouble.
Felix:
What if I want to fuck you??
Hayworth:
That can easily be arranged.
His reply sends me reeling into research I’d abandoned years ago when Mark had refused to even contemplate the idea of taking it up the ass. But if Hayworth is willing…
Then I’ve got some shopping to do.
