cyprian

The Ouroboros coiled between her shoulderblades, nestled between crests lustred like wings in the light. Their powder down fogged under my breath and hands purled over her smooth voluptures. I told her that her sparking breath had been two mouths in the fevered vapor of their unfolding bodies. Much more immediate a metaphor for the cyclic comings and goings of this perpetual life than the mythic Greek serpent tattooed in the small of her back. Devouring its own tail, the orphic circle. A symbol unable to be neatly explained. I asked what it meant to her.

"Choke me," she husked.

Only now, even after a syrupy quid pro quo, did I begin to wonder if I myself had someone's tail in my mouth. A gentleman, however, does not in the heat of the moment balk at a woman's sexual predilections. He proceeds as a gentleman would and chokes the lady. Fluid and firm from breast to throat, subtly massaging the pressure in, constricting the caress. My teeth pinced a swollen pink nipple crisp and quick, flushing it crimson. She exhaled moist vowels, "Ohhfhukhhmmeouuh." I kissed her forcefully, bit her bottom lip, slid inside her. She insinuated me into her every curve and bucked against my cock. "FUCK me," she spurred, sinking long nails into my back...

[to be continued...]