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I work. God, who crunched these numbers? Either an idiot or a liar. I identify all the red flags. I get into it. There is a sick kind of satisfaction to it; bringing order to chaos. I work. I am…tranquil.
Ping.
Answer the question.
—Working.
Waiting.I want you to dress for the occasion.The occasion being our reunion, after what, 10 years?
Almost eleven. But who’s counting? And how many years since we met? I think…twenty. Oh, my fucking God, twenty. When did that happen? The first time we met, I was…I think I was eighteen. Jesus-fucking-Christ. Grunge ruled. I wore distinctly unsexy jean overalls. I type.
—Overalls have a certain nostalgic value.
Oh, yes. Nostalgic.
And harder.
—Demure.
Sceptical.
Get nostalgic with me, lover. I remember the lingerie store changing room in Bankers Hall.
—Do you?
And you reading me erotica over the phone when I was up North. With John’s permission.
Two memories from hundreds.
—I remember stairwells. Too many stairwells.
—The recording booth at the studio.
—The roof of your apartment building…
The dark room.
Halloween party. The lawn. Do you remember?
—Oh yes. That might be my favourite…
Scandalised populace.
—We had no shame.
What’s your adjective right now?
—Disturbed.
Guess mine.
—You’ve been using one consistently.
The correct answer is lustful. Also acceptable: dirty (the good kind).
I pause. Shudder. I feel…yes, I feel. And I type:
—Lusciously pleased.
—god i miss you
—I really didn’t think I did.
And I you. Tell me what you want. Be blunt.
—your tongue in my ear, on my neck
—other places
Curse these tight jeans.
I miss your mind. And your mouth.
And the serious tone of voice you take when you talk dirty.
—oh god
—terrified
Eager.
Demanding.
—Are you.
Dominant.
—Oh really?
Determined.
—On top.
Challenged.
—tumbling
Pleased.
Hungrier and harder than ever.
—ecstatic
Sublimely motivated.
Aggressive.
—sublime
—lovely word
—luscious
—languorous
Throbbing
Pounding.
God. I want to fuck your mind.
Savage your vocabulary.
—Savage?
—I would prefer to be ravaged.
Or ruled? With a firm hand.
—Oh god.
Tell me you’re going to make yourself come. Tonight.
—I think I just did.
With a full report upon completion.
—Well that you might need to wait for.
No time like the present.
—making you wait and anticipate has always been my MO
Making you submit has always been mine. (Or attempt therein)
—almost disarmed
pleased
—// almost //
Determined. Now what are you going to wear for me?
—I do have these fuck-me heels that will be perfect.
—So long as I don’t have to walk anywhere in them.
Describe.
—just wait
—some things just have to be seen
Put them on.
—they’re hard to type in
—That’s how hot they are
Intrigued.
You won’t be on your feet for long.
—Nice. We’ll be arrested for indecent exposure.
Hopeful.
Fuck-me heels. Good start.
This has been…electrifying. Illuminating. Awoken thoughts I’m glad to be reminded of. I think I’m going to go…take care of myself right now.
—Enjoy.
Still at the office.
—very professional
—close the door first
Tell me where do you want this cum?
—running down to my belly button
Where do I aim?
—at black lace of the bra I’ll be wearing with the fuck-me shoes.
—go. See you in 12 days.
