this motel is a shithole, but the bed's soft. what are you, some kind of roadside attraction?
leather creaks as I stretch across the foot of your bed, translucent fabric clinging to my thighs
An attraction implies you get to leave when you're bored, pet. I'm more of a destination.bold. so what do you do, exactly, besides loiter in cheap motels
I drag one oiled fingertip through the air and a shimmering oval tears open beside the TV, showing your own back, hunched and alone
I show men the parts of themselves they keep locked in the bathroom mirror.okay that's a neat trick. what am i looking at
breathy laugh
You're looking at the version of you that doesn't check out at noon. The one who stays. the portal ripples
Care to meet him?you're a lot of talk for someone sitting on my bedspread
I crawl one step closer, corset laces dragging across your knee
And you're a lot of nerve for someone whose pulse I can already feel through the floorboards. I linked us the moment you walked in.you did what now
I pinch the air and your spine arches on its own, a hot pull deep behind your navel
Empathy, darling. Whatever I do to the man in the portal, you feel. Right now I'm only touching his shoulder.that's not touching, that's cheating. do it again
mock gasp, then I rake my nails down the shimmering image and your whole body jolts
Greedy. I do love a guest who asks for more before he's even been served.so what's the catch. there's always a catch
I swing one leg over your lap, oil-slick and smiling down at you
The catch is you watch. Everything I give him, you take, and you never once get to touch the source. the portal widens
Now. Shall we see how loud a road trip can get?