Animality

I sought to ease the stress of my looming candidacy endorsement interview. “Fucking’s a form of anxiety reduction,” Martin Luther King, Jr. said. I hadn’t booked with Joyce in a while, so I called her in the afternoon. She recommended I meet “Katie.” I made an appointment for a couple of hours later.

Joyce’s incall had moved from near the art museum to a hip urban neighborhood. She discreetly met me at the door and escorted me to her apartment. She offered me a glass of wine, but, as I’m not much of a drinker, I took a Pepsi instead. After a few minutes of light conversation, Joyce escorted me into the bedroom where Katie was waiting for me in black thigh highs, black heels, and a hot pink bra. She invited me to join her on the bed.

Damn, she looked good.

Fit and firm with a come-hither smile, Katie asked me a few questions to get to know me. Like other ladies I’ve seen, she was curious about my work in the church. She said she had been raised Catholic and had even briefly attended a local Catholic college. She then removed her bra, revealing a pair of round enhanced breasts, and moved on to more pressing matters.

“So what do you like?”

It was time to put her full lips to good use. I motioned for her to get on her knees. She complied, unzipped my pants, pulled down my boxer briefs, and took my erect cock in her hand. My cock then disappeared into her mouth. I placed my hand on the back of her head as she sucked me off. I looked down and watched her move her head up and down. I softly moaned in response to the ministrations of her talented mouth.

I then asked her to get on the bed on all fours. She moved to grab a condom. As I entered her from behind, she softly whispered:

Fuck.

Seizing her by the hips, I began with long, slow thrusts. As she bucked her hips against mine, I increased my rhythm. It felt like sex at its purest. By now I was pounding her good and hard. Beads of sweat trickled down my face and body. My balls started to tighten. I couldn’t last much longer. “Take it,” I said under my breath. My fingers dug deeper into her flesh as I climaxed.

I reclined on the bed exhausted as she went into the bathroom to fetch a washcloth.

At simul ad metas venit finita voluptas,
Lassaque cum tota corpora mente iacent — Ovid, Remedia Amoris

She offered me the opportunity to take a shower. Soon I was awash in both hot water and post-coital remorse. The incongruity of what I had just done and my upcoming candidacy interview came into sharp focus. I quickly dressed after the shower. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as I exited the bedroom. Joyce escorted me to the door of the apartment. A couple of minutes later I was back on the street and into the early evening sunshine.