Corridor

You came in through the patio door. I had taken the trouble to leave it unlocked. I was waiting at the other end of the corridor, one hand resting on the wall.

Despite the gigantism of the sweater I was wearing, it was just long enough to cover my buttocks but still allowed a glimpse of the garter belts on my thighs.

I asked you to come closer to me and get on your knees, which you did. My left hand slowly stroked your hair back. Gently, with my right hand, I inserted my index and middle fingers into your mouth.

“Tonight, you're mine and I'll do whatever I want. You're my object.”

-Candor