agua caliente

Wash away my sins.

I couldn’t control myself. The music of lust was so loud. I needed to dance: I started bobbing my head, moving quickly my hips, bending my knees, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I pulled him with me. He didn’t want to. Don’t be shy. I grabbed him firmly and forced his body to follow the rhythm of the music in my head. The more he resisted, the more I got drunk with desire. We turned and twirled and swirled and whirled and sinned so fast, everything became blurry, I closed my eyes, we fell. Screams of pain, screams of pleasure, laughter, we were only at the beginning of the song. Touch of his soft wet skin, smell of his acid fear, taste of his bittersweet tears. Stereos were blasting in my ears. The vibration of the sounds filled me up completely. Every cell of my body was carried by the melody of satisfaction. I continued to move my limbs frantically, following the powerful vibe of excess. He got tired and limp, waves of ache washing him down. So much to quench my rotten thirst.

Yes, Mrs. Officer, I had followed him. How could I not? He had smiled to me. He had asked for it.