Deceptive Pleasures
By Rina Garet
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Part One
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Oh, yes…
I take it out slowly, lovingly, and feel it slide against and slip from its confines. Finally it's free… naked for me to caress, to touch, to savor.
I'm running my fingers up and down. It's smooth… smooth and cool. Hard beneath my fingers. I can't get enough of touching it, gripping it, sliding callused fingertips down its length.
It's always there when I need it… it never turns its back on me, or disappears, or refuses me. I never have to fight for it, fight with it… and it's always consoling… Cool, but warm against my ice. Sturdy, pliant, beneath my fingers.
I stroke it softly, careful not to close my fingers around it too tightly. Sweet, this object of my affection, my devotion, my lust. I run a finger over the tip, trying not to press too hard. I can't help it, I do… and bring my fingertip to my lips to lap away the moist droplets there. I can feel it linger on my lips, warm and salty.
Soon, it's warm from the friction, and I can't wait any longer. I close my fingers tightly over it, too tightly. I feel sweet pain for an instant, and warm liquid trickling between my fingers.
I sit back and close my eyes. It's over. The sticky liquid cools, and I sigh softly.
I get up, wipe the blood from the katana's blade, and slide it into its sheath, leaving it cold and lonely until next time.