If you’ve been here for a while, you know that one of my dear friends, muses and a writer I admire deeply is Remittance Girl. Her story Heat Sink is hands down my pants one of the hottest things I’ve ever read.
We know I’m not really hetero but there is something in the tone of this piece that just gets me.
That being what it is and the fact that I was feeling uninspired to finish writing something else I decided to write a piece inspired by her piece. So first go read or listen to her piece. I highly suggest listening to it because she has a fantastic reading voice and having smut, read to you is super fucking hot.
No, seriously it’s pretty short read it. Or mine won’t make sense.
Okay, here’s what her piece sparked in my brainmeat.
OH wait before I do that. This is directly from my brain and completely unedited. If you’ve been curious as to where stories start with me, this is a good example.
I might polish it up I might not. I will come back tomorrow and talk about some erotic things that are on my mind. This is about 20 minutes of work or so after listening to the story and reading it to pick up a few key things.
AND thank you my dear friend for being my muse so often. I adore you.
My girlfriend already told me to stop staring once tonight. I can’t help it, they are so beautiful together. I know she thinks no one else knows, that at least a few of us can’t tell.
My girlfriend’s voice is hot against my ear and I shrug her off.
“Look at them. Look at his jaw.”
A muscle jumps near his jaw, I know that calm. I wonder if his wife felt it when they first met or if she had to learn. I am pretty sure she had to learn. She has that look, the same look I know I have. It’s something in the eyes, that glitter of fear tingling in her spine while she flirts and smiles.
My girlfriend is amused, she pats my ass before leaving me to my fantasizing while I watch them. I watch her lean toward the lawyer, her cleavage jiggling, her fingers worrying a necklace.
I want to watch them.
I watch his long fingers roll the wine glass in his hand slowly, his eyes are hooded until someone else speaks to him and he smiles. He’s not pretty and I like that. I can’t stand a pretty man when I can stand men at all.
Does he spank her?
Tie her up?
I have heard his voice tight with tension. At another of these stupid adult boring parties. I watched some drunk asshole paw at his lusty friendly wife, I sidled near to listen to the susurrus of his anger, low and even. The tightness of his grip on the other man’s arm, the way his eyes went cold.
My cunt throbbed. I was certain if I tried to sit anywhere I’d leave a wet spot a mile wide.
I’m brought out of my reverie by her voice, his wife speaking low in my ear.
“Hi, he’s beautiful, isn’t he?”
Lily, yes, that’s her name it is Lily- has a voice like wine and cigarettes and sex.
I tip my head a little to look at her, the red lipstick has worn off of her lips and she is just a little drunk. I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her while he watches and judges.
I lick my lips, my girlfriend and I do not have an understanding about this sort of thing so I swallow my come on.
“You’re both gorgeous, but you know that, don’t you?”
Her chuckle is warm and redolent of wine. I look back up and her husband is watching us, that little muscle in his jaw tightening into a marble under his skin. I feel her smile, she’s showing off. Her face is next to mine and she murmurs too low for anyone else to hear.
“When we get home, he’s going to spank me and then fuck me. He likes his women whorish. He’d love you. He’d make you cry.”
My cunt feels like it is going to turn inside out.
I swallow and can’t hide the catch in my voice. I can’t hide my desire.
“Lily, you are such a cunt.”
I smile at her husband and he nods, she kisses my cheek and then she’s gone. Back to flirting with the lawyer while I stand there frozen.
My girlfriend appears at my side and puts her arm around my waist.
“Come help me with my face.”
In the bathroom. she leans me against the counter and pulls up my skirt. I am so wet she slides three fingers inside me without preamble or sweetness. Her other hand creeps around my throat and she stares at my face in the mirror.
She knows me so well, she knows my secrets and when she starts fucking me hard enough to make me squeal, she covers my mouth.
“Straight couples now? Really bitch? Really?”
Under her hands, I’m grinning and coming, my thighs give out and I lay across the cold marble counter barely able to breath.
My girlfriend pulls out before I’m done and starts to wash her hands.
“Get your shit together before you come out.”
Her clipped tone is hot around the edges with need. I sit on the toilet when she leaves, laughing and making a note on my phone to send Lily and her husband a gift basket.