Sticky
Sweet, pleasant.
How is it to have a body today?
Sweet, pleasant. I stretch out on the bed. I turn to the other side. A Kdrama is playing on my phone, a portal to a universe so far removed from my own. I am texting sporadically with a few possibilities. One of them sends me a voice note. The sultry timbre of her voice sends me flying. Swooping through a galaxy of want. The way I reach for my airpods is instinctive. I press play and another sultry voice reads me an audiobook. I wanted this. Not the flash of images, nor the din of contrived sounds of pleasure. But a voice, honeyed and husky, reading out a filthy scene. I’m ready, already. My fingers slip as they glide over me, seeking purchase that remains beyond reach. My legs spread wider than I thought possible. I am an athlete, muscles tensed, sprinting to a finish line. It’s close, so, so close. My fingers are a blur. And then, bliss. The pleasure crests through my body, suffusing. My toes curl, my body lifts. I whimper. I stretch, revelling in the aftershocks. Grateful for the pleasure of Sunday afternoons. And the pleasures of having a body.
Finding this on a Sunday!!