Tina Smith

night guest in my spare bedroom. Elena woke to the sharp slap on her ass. " Why are your legs closed, Elena?" My deep throaty question is caught in the spider's web of sleep. Like a fly stuck in the sticky strands, Elena shook her wings, trying to free her mind from the haze of sleep. Her legs fell open, without thought. My voice brokered no hesitancy. I rub her clit hard, she moans but my hand covers her mouth. " Do not wake my neighbors with your screams, Elena." Her lungs burned with the craving for oxygen. She battles her natural instincts to fight back. She reminds her cloudy brainy that she trusted me. They had played this game once. She willed her body to relax, to submit. All resistance left her body as she slumped back against the embracing clouds