the rain had stopped, as i was leaving the boardroom windows framing a vast, dark expanse where the beautiful lake lay still, reflecting the demure, distant city lights of the south like scattered jewels in the dark. i cannot rid myself of this wild dream. it clings to my skin like midsummer humidity in the metro, the memory of meeting you again in our spot, slipping away together into the quiet of my boardroom. no one was watching us, yet we moved with a breathless caution, careful of our footsteps even when there was no one there to catch us.

inside, against the backdrop of that tranquil water and the soft, glowing southern skyline, i sink to my knees before you. my fingers find the zipper of your pants, and i take you into my mouth, deeply and recklessly, until i choke on the sheer thickness of you.

you lift me onto the polished table, your hands warm as you slowly slide your fingers inside me. that’s right. i am not wearing my panty. exposed to the cool air, the view of the lake, and your touch, i look directly into your eyes, asking you in that special tone i only use for you, soft, like how i talk to a baby, because you are mine “do you miss me? do you like it?”

then i bend over the table for you, offering my body completely so you can fuck me in my holes. you know you can do anything to me, because i am your bitch. and forever, i will be your bitch.