Let Me Read You

At a book reading I am aware of the every movement of the man next to me. Every time he pushes his glasses up, scratches the side of his neck, or runs his hand through his hair. He is just as aware of my movements. The mutual attraction is making us restless. As the reading ends I make my way to the bar and I feel him by my side.

His apartment is filled with books. I offer to read to him, I want to watch him masturbate as he listens. Our clothes are on the floor as he lies back on his bed, I sit on the edge. Looking up between pages to watch him, to see his eyes on me. Feeling the power my presence has on him.

Eventually he reaches out for me and I drop the book. I feel his lips on my neck before he whispers, ‘Now let me read you’.