Page 30 of Let It Snow
He strides along the pool toward the rattan lounge chairs on the far side. He lifts a towel, and when he turns to dry off, his eyes meet mine.
At first, like a startled deer, I want to bolt, but that would look even dumber. So I stay frozen, just watching him. We areabout twenty yards apart, him below me as I look down from the third floor.
It is strangely… exciting. The silent connection. He stands still, that lightly amused expression on his face, watching me.
I sit there unmoving, frozen.
Everything is still, except one thing. I feel strange spasms in my… hole. Another traitor?
After a moment, he slowly nods, like a delayed greeting. Then he dries off, tosses the towel over his shoulder, and calmly walks away, circling the building and disappearing behind the citrus grove along the west wall.
There is something catlike in his movements that makes me watch his almost naked body hungrily, tracking every step. By the time he disappears, I realize I am fully hard.
My hand slides down to my cock again. What is happening to me around him? Is it really the heat coming, or maybe there is a simpler explanation: maybe I’m just naturally… horny?
Damn it… in any case, my arousal won’t go down. I stand and walk back into my room, muttering unintelligible gibberish under my breath. Something inside me shifts: wild emotions, frustration at not remembering anything about my past, anything that might clue me in about my own sexual preferences.
One thing is certain: something feral is rising in me, clawing to get out. I don’t know what yet, but it is powerful, angry, unquenched.
I have to release it. I go back to the room, sit on the edge of the bed, gripping my cock. I start stroking, then stop, exhaling loudly. I know immediately… this isn’t enough. I need more.
I jump up, walk to the loose floorboard, and grab the pink dildo with the little eggplant pattern from its box, silently promising to replace this ‘priceless gift’ to its owner. I tear open the packaging.
Then I move to the bathroom, knowing the dildo has a suction cup. I stick it to the wall.
I still don’t know if I have any trauma tied to my hole, if I’ve ever been hurt, forced to play the role of a mafia sexual slave. Maybe that’s a good moment to test it. Now I can see if my body will resist or not.
The fantasy already waits for me: his hard, water-covered body, pressed against my back, pushing into my ass.
I strip off my clothes. Eyes closed, back to the wall, I press my hole onto the dildo tip.
I listen to my body, scared of feeling pain, fear, or anxiety… but nothing emerges. The dildo slides in, and I gasp. Unexpected, pleasurable shivers come over me as the object fills me. I push my hips back toward the wall, letting it fill me completely. My ass presses against the cold tiles, the toy deep inside. One hand grips the faucet, the other the edge of the shower door, and I start rocking my hips forward and back.
I imagine the hardness in my ass is his cock. Snow approaches me on a lake beach, as I sit on a rock there, bends me, and takes me like I’m his property. The thought makes me hotter as I picture it in my head.
I start thrusting, bouncing my hips against the wall, letting the dildo hit a sensitive spot inside me, sending electric thrills through my body. My breath grows short.
After a moment, I add a second stimulus. I let go of the faucet and grab my cock. Double stimulation. Masturbating and getting fucked by the dildo at the same time. It’s amazing.
I press my back to the wall, still vigorously thrusting my hips forward and back, lost in the sensation. For what feels like forever—but in reality is only seconds—my hunger wins, and the peak starts.
Yeah…
A white stream shoots from between my fingers.
I exhale loudly, a sigh of relief escaping me.
Oh fuck.
The orgasm is blissful, filling a void inside me.
But it isn’t complete; some emptiness remains.
I stay impaled on the dildo for a moment before pulling back and rinsing off in the shower.
My head is calmer but… just vacant.
I clean the dildo, and after a moment of hesitation, leave it stuck to the wall. Why not? It’s my bathroom, no one else uses it.
