Grind

She looked at him sleeping on his back
If she wanted some she would have to do it herself
She grabbed the cylindrical thing behind the bulbous end
She was a little hesitant so she only inserted
A small amount
She started a slow grind down forward up and back
And again down forward up and back
She was so excited she inserted the rest
She started grinding faster and faster
Down forward up and back
Down forward up and back
Down forward up and back
She started panting
Feeling sweat on her forehead back and
Some dripping between her breasts
She stopped on down
The thrill of accomplishment
Washed through her
Still breathing heavy
She picked up her head and said
“Now that I’ve hand ground the coffee where’s the pot”