Chapter 17: Twisted

Trix woke me up early that morning. She was naked. The sun came in long and golden. She insisted that we did some yoga, which was a bigger surprise for me than anything depraved or sexual.

We sat back to back, totally naked, and closed our eyes. I could feel her breathing. I started to sweat with my back against hers but I felt as if we were one. Despite this, in a duality, I tried to break the knot in my chest. I tried to figure out its secret; why was it there?

Trix detached herself from me, and then hugged me from behind. She was on her knees so hung over me. She kissed my neck slowly and gently, and her breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. Then, she reached down and pinched and twisted my nipples until my tits were red and engorged. I loved every second with her but the whole hot and cold thing she had going on was starting to mess with my head. Nevertheless, I was putty in her hands and moist between my thighs.

She got me onto the bed and she slapped and abused my tits. She hit them about, seemingly drunk on how they moved around. She twisted and squeezed my nipples until I squealed. She kissed them all over, from my chest bone to the sweaty bit underneath. She sucked my nipples hard. Eventually, she put a hand around my neck and ordered me to masturbate. I came as she was choking me.

After that I dressed her and brushed her teeth. I sprayed her deodorant on for her. Then I dressed myself.

When we get back later, there will be a present here for you that symbolizes our relationship, she told me, assuming that fat fuck keeps to his word.

I thanked her and she hugged me. The door buzzed and opened and we were on our way.

Today I had a class on disease and infection prevention. I knew all of this shit already. The warden, a man I hadn’t seen before, rattled on about condoms, abstinence, testing, treatments. After that we had a test on the same stuff, which I passed.

I ate lunch with Lauren who loved black cock. We had pasta.

Trix was with whoever she had been grouped with today. I didn’t recognize any of them, except for one of the Hispanic guys. She actually smiled when I looked over, which made my stomach jump.

I’ll be going home soon, I’d say, Lauren was telling me, I don’t think I’ll be here much longer.

Why’s that? I asked.

Guess I’m a straight-forward case, she said, and my husband misses me deeply. He visited me recently and told me that he forgives me.

So, are you past it? I asked, shoveling pasta into my mouth.

Past what? She replied.

Fucking black dudes in motels, what else? I said, laughing.

Well, not really, she leaned in to say, but life is full of compromises. My family is more important.

We shared a moment of silence.

Are you ... running from something? I asked her.

She thought for a second.

I’m not quite sure what you mean, she said.

Well, what drives you to step out on your hubby? I asked. Is there like, something inside you, that you’re running either from or towards?

She chuckled.

You’ve been talking to that therapist woman along the way, she said knowingly, tapping my hand. The only thing I’ve been running towards, my dear, is a good time.