HT100 Challenge #77 - Dear Diary:Cleaning Up
Credits go to pride_of_erin for her great betaing! You rock! This one is way over the word limit, hope that's okay.
When I was young I was constantly harassed by my mother because of the untidiness of my room. I absolutely despised cleaning up, it was like wiping away my personal imprint, my ownership of the room. But then, the torturous obligation became exciting. After every clean-up, I got to stake my claim, make it my personal possession, time and time again, increasing its value because each time it was different and only mine.
In the semi darkness, when I lie between his muscular legs, I want to laugh at the ridiculousness of that memory. There really should be no resemblance, but I do, nonetheless, put extra effort into the task at hand. I lick efficiently with firm swipes at the length of his cock, then circle just the head, finally sliding my mouth over it, slowly and deliciously, thrilled at the low moans I receive. The skin, soft and warm and slick with my spit and remaining drops of his cum, fills my mouth with flavors that I can not describe, but can recognize after any amount of time as his own, unique essence. I want it permanently encrypted into my taste buds, so I never have to go without.
There really is no comparison. Cleaning my room was in no way as exciting as is cleaning his cock, still-pulsing in post orgasmic bliss. But I apply the same, if not more, diligence, eager to do it all over again the next night, to stake my claim on this body that I don’t want anyone else to ever possess.