Fornicatio

Betty has returned from her hiatus. I made the long drive to her temporary incall at a budget motel. She’s returned as a brunette. She met me wearing a black bra, short pink skirt, and stockings. We spent a few minutes reacquainting ourselves with each other. Then she unfastened her bra from the front.

Fornix in Latin means “arch” or “arched room,” which was associated with the chambers used by prostitutes in Rome. Fornicatio referred to what was done in one of these rooms. In Greek, porneia (πορνεία) derives from pornh, the word for a prostitute; porneia originally meant consorting with pornai. These terms were then extended to more broadly encompass “sexual immorality,” but their etymology reaffirms that the prostitute is the locus of sexual transgression.

Betty’s breasts are (as a ’90s sitcom put it) real and spectacular, and they received more than ample attention from me. After we completely undressed, I suggested Russian. She dabbed some lube on her cleavage, I straddled her chest, and I started titty-fucking her. I wanted to cream all over her tits, but, alas, I couldn’t come. I’d have to wait for the main event. After the condom came on, she climbed on top of me and slipped me inside of her. She began riding me. I savored her tightness. After several minutes, she positioned herself on her hands and knees. I furiously fucked her doggy style. Our fornicatio reached its crescendo, and I collapsed on the bed, drained but satisfied.

We lay naked on the bed and caught up a bit more. Then the hour was up. We dressed, and after a hug, I departed her motel room.