A Misguided Knob

Eventually she managed to slip it in, all the way in.

Last night she came home drunk. I could tell she was wasted. As she got closer, she toppled over on her heels and landed on her ass. Her dress hiked up and her panties where peeking at me. I peeked back. She very ungracefully pulled herself to her knees and paused. Then without so much as a hello she wrapped her fingers around my knob and squeezed.

She yanked and she tugged on it. At one point it felt like she was trying to rip it off, she was being very rough. Rougher than usual. I started to wonder if she was trying to use my knob as a handle to pull herself back to her feet. It wasn’t long before both hands we’re jerking away. Then she started giggling.

“Sorry, I forgot” — one of her hands started drifting downwards — “we need to stick something in here first, don’t we?”.

Her hand slid all the way to the base of my knob, and then some. Her fingers dancing around as if they were lost.

“Ooh” — gently caressing the rim of my hole — “what do we have here?”.

“There may be hope after all”, I thought.

Her hand pulled away for a second, then came back hard taking me by surprise. She stabbed at it like she was trying to rip me a new hole. She always gets a bit violent when she’s had a skin full but tonight it felt like something was wrong. What had I done?

Eventually she managed to slip it in, the relief. She pushed it all the way in and with a swift twist of my knob, it clicked — she just wanted me to open up to her.

Lucy Barewood is obsessed with human relationships and the all too often crossing of wires. She likes to spin things around to look at them from a different angle, hopefully bringing a smile to more than one place in the process.

If you enjoyed this story be sure to check out her Fallacious Pussy which is also available in the Sensual: An Erotic Life publication.