razor
i want you to shave me with a straight razor, you tell me over coffee, and my eyes look for your face across the table but you are hidden behind the paper, so i think maybe i did not hear you right the first time and ask come again? and you say you heard me, i want you to shave me with a straight razor. i freeze. i have never done it before, i mumble, a plea to be excused from it, the idea of a sharp blade close to your throat and under my shaky fingers causing me to stiffen in the chair, but you fold the newspaper in two and fold it again in four and put it on the table, and looking at me you say i trust you, and i want you to shave me with a straight razor while you are riding my cock. instantly i feel wetness damping my pussy and this mellow, thick laziness invading my body, but my stomach clenches and i look down at my hands holding my mug, newly manicured nails glistering in the morning sun, and the coffee is shaking like my thighs are shaking but i must be brave, i must be brave and do it because you want me to do it and you own me, so i take in a deep breath and say okay, now? and you just sit there quiet, and i know what the answer it, and inside i am battling two thousand demons, and an alarm is ringing loud, don’t trust me, don’t trust me, but you do, you do, you ignore all my signals and you do what you want, and right now you want me to shave you with a straight razor so i stand up and say you are going to have to guide me, i have never done that before, making my way to the kitchen, trying to compose myself while i refill my coffee, and i can hear you moving around the living room, and my fingers against the countertop are shaking, and my whole body is shaking, and all i can think of is your slippery skin under my touch and a sharp straight razor and your cock inside me, throbbing while i slide the blade under your chin, and i feel it again, juices flowing down my cunt, and you startle me when you press your body against my back, naked and hard, and say undress, and in the kitchen i do, in silence, my robe falling over your feet, and your hands cup my breasts as your lips caress my neck, and i just press myself against your chest and your hard cock and moan, and when i open my eyes again your tongue has made its way to my ear, and you whisper microwave some water, tepid to warm, when it is done come into the bathroom, i will have everything ready, come, and while you say that your pinch my nipples hard between your fingers and i yelp, and you leave me aching by the sink and go back to the living room, and seconds later i can hear my name cold as ice leaving your lips and i know there is no escape: i turn around and head into the bathroom to find you sitting on a chair, over the sink an array of familiarly strange instruments, and you point at them and say start by the facecloth, soak it in the water and place it on my face. as i ring it my fingers tingle from the warmth of it, and you moan when i place it on your face, your eyes closing, and for a second i think it is too hot but you mumble that feels great, baby, because you know my questions before i say them, and your hands brush against my breasts making me hiss, and you smile under that cloth, your lips creasing waves on the fabric, and for a second i want to pull it off you and kiss you madly, but your eyes open and, in silence, you scold me for thinking that, and i say what now?, and you run your fingers down my stomach, muffled order coming from under the facecloth, so i turn to the sink and when i turn back you’re stroking your cock, your eyes glued to my ass, and i feel my insides clenching and, tilting my head, ask you are you sure? and you say yes with your eyes while removing the facecloth and motioning for me to come closer, and i am standing between your legs now, feeling your balls against my knees, your cock bobbing, pointing at me, but you hold both my wrists and say don’t take too long, don’t let my skin cool off, so i start applying shaving gel to your chin, leathering it good, and your lips continue to order me around with short words, more, work it good, there you go baby, and i am enjoying the feel of your skin under my fingers, the damp heat and the smell of the gel reminding me of all the times you woke me up, freshly shaven, your tongue over my skin, me emerging from a dream state to find you eating me slowly, sleep leaving my body being sucked by your lips, and i stir, and you know what i am thinking about when your fingers slide up my thighs and into my folds, and you hiss and whisper you are so fucking wet already, and i try to grind my cunt against your fingers but you stop me and say shaving first, and i just want to bite you out of frustration, but you take your fingers coated with my juice to my mouth and i suck them, eyes glued to yours, my own taste spreading all over my tongue, and as you pump your fingers in and out of my mouth my own digits are massaging your face, spreading shaving gel and heat all over it, and when i think you are about to forget it all and just fuck me in this bathroom floor you say enough, get the razor, and i tense my entire body but you look at me reassuringly and, holding your fat, thick cock, says get the razor and come back to this, this must be inside you when you shave me. the glistering head catches my attention. your fingers around the base of your cock catch my attention. air leaves my lungs. the razor, you say. i am shaking, i answer. you nod and say i trust you, get the razor and straddle me. i think you are insane. you part my lips with both your hands as i lower towards your cock, feeling it going inside me slowly, the swollen head rubbing against my wet walls until it is deep inside me, and as your shaft invades me, stretching me with every inch, i arch my back and grunt your name. you hiss, feeling me tight around your thickness, my juices so abundant they damp your entire cock as you penetrate me slowly, my legs shaking against the sides of your thighs. you slide back in the chair a little bit more, just enough so that my entrance is touching the base of your cock, all of you inside me. i pant. i don’t want to shave you, i want you to fuck me. frowning, you are moving around the chair for a more comfortable position, and your voice is sharp and hard: shaving first, fucking later. the trick is to pull the skin until it is firm, but not too stretched, you coach me, turning your face to the side. draw the razor to the sideburn… yes, right there… you don’t have to press it hard, just slide it down in one long move, until you reach my jaw line. good. wipe the razor on the towel. do it again, more to the center this time. yes, like that. wipe the razor again. you want to wipe the razor after each stroke, you say. you are wrong. i want to throw this razor away and pump your cock which i can feel deep inside me, i say, and you jolt your hips up, making me yelp. i will pump it in and out of you soon after you are done with the shaving, babe. now go on. and i don’t know how you expect me to do this, i don’t know how you want me to remain cool when a sharp blade is running across your skin and my fingers are holding it, and my whole back is tense and i am concentrating so hard i am made of only the gel scent, your skin under my touch, and the girth of your cock buried inside me, and this combination makes my body rise higher and higher with each stroke of the razor, your skin unveiled before my eyes, your hands resting on my hips around my waist, and your eyes are closed and you are so relaxed, but every few seconds you push your cock inside me further and i pant, and my clit is throbbing so fiercely i have to stop for a while and ask you please touch me, just a bit, touch my clit, touch it just for some seconds and you do, and when you feel how wet and engorged it is you curse, your finger sliding across it easily, and i hang my head and close my eyes, feeling your touch on my pussy, your cock being pushed inside me in short thrusts, and i bite my lips getting ready to cum, but you stop moving and say no orgasm, not until you have finished your job, and i look at you desperately, how can you expect me to have steady hands right now? but you laugh and say i don’t know, just do it, and i want to cry and slap you but, instead, i press the blade on the base of your neck and slide it up too fast, and you grip my wrist under steel fingers and look harshly at me, do not do this, do not go faster just to get fucked, do it slowly or you are going to cut me, and sure enough, as you are saying this blood starts to prickle from your skin, and i lean forward and lick it off you, i am sorry, baby, i am so so sorry, and the metallic taste over my tongue is just too much and i start crying, but you hold me gently in your arms and say it is okay, it is okay, it didn’t hurt… do not cry, go on… finish shaving me… wipe the blade… good girl… you are doing a good job, love… go on… yeah, stretch my skin… there… here, the other side… you are going just fine, baby… just fine… wipe the blade… can you feel my cock inside you, can you feel how hard it is inside you? wipe the blade… my fingers are going to touch your clit now… wipe the blade… ouch… it is okay, just a nick… go on… wipe the blade… you are so wet, baby… so, so wet… and warm… fuck… wipe the blade… stop for a second while i pull your hips up just to feel my cock sliding inside you… yeah, like that… wipe the blade… your whole body is shaking… wipe the blade… just a few more strokes… a few more… good… done… get the facecloth… ring it… do not leave my cock… (you thrust it into me so hard i moan, squeezing you inside me involuntarily. you curse). i give you the damp facecloth and, reaching for a dry towel, run it across your chest slowly while you wipe the last traces of shaving gel from your chin. my eyes fall onto our hips, and i squeeze your cock inside my cunt, this time knowingly. you stop moving and look at me. how do i look?, you ask me. like someone who wants to fuck me madly?, i say. you laugh, throwing the facecloth to the side. it lands somewhere in the bathroom while your hands encircle my waist. i rest my head on your shoulder, feeling your cock sliding in and out of me, your breath heavy next to my ear. i cum silently, my cunt’s contractions massaging the length of your shaft like a mouth, milking your cock. under my tongue, a mixture of you, shaving gel, and blood. i cum around you in total abandonment, and when your balls tighten and your cock start spurting deep inside me, you grunt and squeeze my ass tight, pulling me into you, and i close my eyes ready to cum again just by feeling your thick cock juice squirting from inside me, my whole body dancing tense over the fine line of a sharp, cold blade.
August 2012