Gestures (One)

I find it arousing to see her tie back her hair. In any context. Any setting. The gesture prompts a tiny surge of arousal. Unsurprising, I suppose, given how many times I have watched her tie back her hair before sucking my cock.

It’s not just that I relate the two things in my head – her tying back her hair, her sucking my cock. It’s the grace of it, too: she accomplishes a complex task (something I would struggle with) with a quick, deft movement. And in doing so changes the way she looks. Makes her shoulders naked. Makes her face into the face I am most used to seeing down there, impaled by my prick.

And the practicality. The evidence of her experience. She knows that, left loose, her hair will become a mess, spit-soaked strands of it sticking to her face as she drools all over me. She has experienced this while using her mouth before. She has learned. She’s become a svelte and practised cocksucker.

And there is the fact that it affords me a clear view of her. Does she know this? That I want to be able to look down and see her face, her expression of eyes-closed concentration? The movement of the tendons in her neck, of the muscles in her brow when she gags? When she ties back her hair she is, knowingly or not, offering me this.