It’s always been a phrase that resonated with me. It disgusted me, that’s all. Because I’ve always preferred the illusion of control. But I knew there was a grain of truth to it. Mixed with the maxim of being at the right time, in the right place. And my story with Emma portrays this with such literal precision that it gives me chills just hearing that blessed word.
Destiny.
It was a coworker’s birthday, and he wanted to celebrate at a swinging club, the very one I’d frequented for months. Necessary escapes from a vile daily routine.
Sam was talking to the cleaning lady who was at the entrance to the restrooms; they had a single entrance. They laughed, chatting about whipping strangers—which we were doing—and signs. Segno, in Italian and Latin, from which disegno, or drawing, comes. From which sign also comes.
Sign is another ambiguous word, and like all ambiguous things, an ungrateful one. I turned to enter the restroom and ran into Emma, just as she was leaving. I found her completely insignificant. From the Latin, without “signal.” Just another random woman in a swing club. And a swing club for me has always been a parallel universe, no matter how much Emma knew what a sinusoid was or who Hemingway was.
We got into a good fuck.
Her gaze locked with mine as she gave it to my best friend. If I were a structuralist, I’d say that, today, I have a feeling very close to that of the necrophiliac protagonist of her story. Yes, I am a structuralist. We got involved with gerberas and Italian coffee. We got involved with sweat and art. We got involved without any scruples, in a low way, going against all decency of magnificent social decorum. And, to make it even dirtier, we treated it as if it were noble. Emma was married.
The way things should be. And happily married, although she would never admit it to me. We got involved. But the abyss between us was relentless. Unavoidable. Screaming, lurking around every corner. Suffocating. Somehow, it fed us. If it weren’t for that, nothing would have begun. Because of that, the expiration date was concrete.
Everything has an expiration date in life, we just have to choose to see it or not, but some things can materialize that in a rather cruel way. Harsh. And this was the epitome of them.
I was making coffee, startled by the door opening. The doorman had no longer even announced his arrival. Emma. Her enormous wavy hair, reaching down to her toned stomach. Her wide mouth. Her sharp nose and slightly squinty gaze. Her skin exuding cheap perfume gave me an instant hard-on.
The shock of her sudden arrival, coupled with the image of that woman, dried my throat. I rolled my eyes, feeling her mouth on my cock.
She always did that. She knew all my buttons. Every way to drive me crazy and completely surrendered. She didn’t even greet me, she was already down, swallowing my cock whole, masturbating me while sucking the head hard. This time she didn’t even bother to close the door.
“Emma…”
“I miss sucking you so much.”
She spoke with her mouth full. It made me want to laugh a little, all that thirsty momentum. I threw her on all fours on the couch. She threw her head back. I didn’t see it, but I’m sure she rolled her eyes. She always does that when I fuck her hard. Women really like to be spanked.
I slid down the back of her neck to grip her hair, thrusting my entire cock into her completely wet pussy. I felt completely swallowed, she was squeezing me. I buried my face in Emma’s hair, still holding it. The scent of lust on her skin was so strong I felt like she would never let go of me again.
She trapped my cock in her pussy and began to grind, tossing me back and forth inside her, in complete control. Why was sex so incredible with that woman? Chemistry is fucking amazing. Fucking amazing. I felt Emma sliding forward.
“Put it all in my ass,” she ordered. I hesitated for a moment with that order. I felt her pull my cock, already pushing it into her ass. She writhed, moaning. I held her waist tightly, pulling her tightly against me, and came all the way inside her.
The spurt of cum rose in a shiver that heated my entire body. My legs felt weak. Completely.
Scorpya 