Micro Monday, Flash Fiction
The Light in the Room
I’m always on time for her
She’s rich.
She won the lottery or sold her start-up to Facebook. I’m not sure. Every time I ask her, the story is different. She’s so creative. It shows in the scenarios she thinks of for our sexual role-plays.
She hired me for the size of my cock.
I don’t have a big cock, but I have the right one for the job.
The job offer sounded strange; someone was looking for a human solar clock. I am not much into artsy-fartsy bullshit, but I needed the money, and they didn’t ask for references or a motivation letter, only for pictures. I can’t write much, but I can take pictures. Especially dick pics. I already had quite a few on my phone. And that’s all the pics they wanted.
I arrived at her place one late morning in November for the final interview. With an appreciative nod, she greeted me; and asked if I could get naked right away because she was in a hurry for an appointment with her tax lawyer.
I’m not one to refuse such an invitation.
“Could you lie down here, please?” she asked, showing me a spot delimited by a small square on the floor in the middle of her gigantic living room. There was a couch on the south side and a desk facing west, with nothing but a toolbox on it. Three of the walls were covered with windows — no curtains. And the ceiling was three meter high. I had never seen that before. Her mother had designed it; she was an architect.
“I need your cock to be erect. Can you do that? Or should I help you?” she smiled.
“I always appreciate a helping hand,” I answered, pleased with myself.
The touch of her fingers on my balls was enough to get me standing; that and the fact she was sitting on my face while doing it. She tasted like sweet black currant.
“Good, stay like this for a few minutes; I need to check something.”
She got some rulers, a compass, and other tools from the box on her desk. She tied a thin rope to the base of my cock, another one to the top, and used them to trace some circles on the floor. Jolting down some calculations on a notebook, she spent the next twenty minutes measuring angles and distances.
“You can dress up,” she finally said.
I was about to ask, but she was faster. “Yes, you’re hired. Can you start tomorrow? I’ll e-mail you the details later today.”
Every day, there’s this magical minute when the earth and the sun align in such a manner that the ray of light lands exactly on my dick. My job is to be there some thirty minutes before and lie on my designated spot of the day, naked and hard. She likes to watch the sun crawling towards my penis.
I’m her solar cock.
It’s not easy to maintain an erection for 30 minutes. But it’s worth it. Because at cock time, there’s always a sweet surprise waiting for me.
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