Our Way

by T.L. Swan

I zip my pants up. The bathroom door opens, and I brush past her before she has time to notice the tent in my trousers. God damn it, woman… I want to fuck your mouth. I lock the door, turn the water on, and tear my clothes off, desperate for Eliza. Desperate to ejaculate. I soap up my hand, get under the water, and I begin to really fuck myself. I need this. I need it hard. I want it to hurt. My legs go weak from underneath me, and I put my hand up on the tiles to hold myself steady. I close my eyes and taste Eliza’s skin in my mouth. I can almost feel her breath on my chest, and I come hard. My head tips back and I give a low, guttural moan. My heart is racing, gasping for air, and my body shudders as it comes down from the high. I keep stroking to completely empty my body. Thinking of her when I come is an out of this world experience. I can’t imagine what the real thing would feel like. Maybe I wouldn’t even survive it. I stand under the shower, the water running down over my face, and the more I come down from the high, the more guilt fills me. Eliza trusts me, and I’m jerking off over her like she’s a piece of meat in a porno. What the fuck is wrong with me? I stand under the water for a long time and slowly wash my hair. I’m dreading facing her.