ds_flashfiction | a little late, but several at once (Reply)

This could potentially count for the movies and masturbation challenges, and possibly (depending on your perspective) threesome and voyeurism.

Curious

I open the package, pretending to not know what it is. I shudder in revulsion at my own inability to let this go and also in anticipation. Get everything done – finish the mail, pour a glass of wine, pick at my salad. But the DVD calls to me.

It’s an itch. It’s curiosity. It’s lascivious. It’s perverse. I just want to see. I want to know. I want to … feel it.

I undress, putting on a favorite teddy – a favorite because it was one of his favorites. One with easy access. Why I never got rid of it – no, I’d never get rid of it. I just never wear it except on nights when I am alone and feel passionate.

I settle onto my bed, DVD loaded, glass of wine at my side. I’m tingling in anticipation, yet part of me is still reviled by my sordid self that needs to know what happens between them.

I mean, I could imagine. It wasn’t that hard to imagine – but to really see – well that was what I wanted. To see what they’d be like, together.

I fast forward through all the preview trash and settle in for the big event. I take a deep breath. And so it begins.

I know it’s just a movie; that it’s made up. But I can see them, I can see him. I can feel the passion between them.

My hand moves without any thought over the silk of my teddy. I caress my body just as they caress each other. This is so much more than I thought it would be.

And I need to be touched, even if it is by myself.

My hand dusts across my breasts, my torso, and down to my thighs. Mouths move down bodies, to do things I would never do. Now I can see the pleasure it evokes for both. Now one body turns over, and the mouth moves over smooth round flesh. I can almost feel that mouth on me again. A tongue delves between. We’d never done that but now I wish we had. I melt just watching.

I should have never given in to my prying nature. This was why I was a good lawyer – I wanted to know, needed proof. This was proof I didn’t need to have.

I touched myself as the thrusts began. Oh. Oh. Oh. I didn’t need to solidify the images in my head, to imagine them thusly, to come as I superimpose their faces on the actors. Oh. Sheer stupidity. I’ll never get this out of head and I’ll feel the memory of my own orgasm each time.

And that was just the first 20 minutes. I wonder what else happens. Wasn’t there a threesome described on the cover?