Here, I wait, holding back my hands from touching Kourtney because she would not be touched.
I’d touched her yesterday like never before, fingering her every parts, thumbing away on her board till my fingers went numb.
Today, she sits in a corner on my bed, and would not be touched.
I wouldn’t hurt her if I could but yesterday, I’d used her like never before.
My strokes were harder but with such fluidity like one playing a classical piece on the keyboard – her keyboard.
I felt the firmness of her curves as she responded to my touch.
I chose my words carefully, stringing letters with my fingers, reaching notes never before imagined.
In the throes of orgasm -with words spilling in rhythmic procession,
she clutched my thumbs as the other 8 fingers stroked her back and muttered several random words but one stood out. ”
We’ve never done it together like this before”. And I replied, “She made me do it. Elinor made me do it”.
Kourtney went silent. I saw the red light blinking incessantly, indicating a flat battery.
I felt for Kourtney, my BB.