This week’s word prompt was “Inhibition.” You can visit Rebecca Grace Allen’s page for the (frequently NSFW) picture prompt and full responses. Here is my contribution:
I fuck his ghost repeatedly, convincing myself of exorcism, sure the next thrust will drive him out.
“Harder,” I gasp into your open mouth.
Each time my hand involuntarily grips the sweaty flesh where buttock meets thigh, I’m pulling his cock deeper into the once-sweet center of me. Your face melts into his and this becomes an exercise in futility.
“Don’t look at me.”
I am ruined; tenaciously clinging to the duplicity of touch. I am twisting your caresses into curses. You, who will be anything for me.
“Rip them off.”
Gritting my teeth, bent over and bare, I wait. I am still unwilling to fully voice this need, to admit this degradation will cauterize a wound. My desire is violent and long buried. I buried it with him.
“You don’t have to forget.” You say it over and over, like a psalm.
That you would have me, knowing it’s him I feel, is torture. You have slipped past my defenses, one careful finger exploring my cunt’s liquid folds. When you capture my clit, my inhibitions are undone.
“I can’t forget him.”
But I do. And you are finally inside me.