Muse: Cotton Mouth
She sat rambling for it seems like hours even though I had just gotten a seat,
Her lover sat across from her nodding and smiling,
His face looked long and tired,
His ears where grey and fuzzy like his hearing aid was dying but still wanted to keep the look of interest,
Her hair was bright red that matched the freckles on her cheeks,
Her voice cracked at the end of each sentence with a Italian accent from Long Island in the 90’s,
Ramming and rambling on and on she didn’t take a breathe between each question and answer,
He also had a slight sad look to his eyes,
A kinky helpless look,
Like most of us have,
He also wore scars at the tip of his wrists like a Mistress had her way with him the night before,
Maybe she knew maybe she didn’t,
There are plenty of reasons as to what could of slipped his lips,
Guessing by the amount of mystery in his eyes she didn’t have a clue and talked too much out herself to care,
He also walked with a limp as if his legs were bound for a few hours before this very hour,
She didn't ask about that either,
We both got out of our seat around the same time to use the restrooms,
I waited outside of the ladies room to feel him brush past me to catch a whiff of misery,
He walked with his head down staring at his feet reaching out in front of each other, I slid my hand across his shoulder for him to look me eye to eye,
He could feel my tiny pointed coffins digging into his shoulder,
Black with silver rings on each finger,
He immediately went into a transition of submission he could smell the Dom at my finger tips,
He stated how hard it was for him to hold his posture while I was sitting across from them,
He told me how he wanted to beg for me to spank him just once for public humiliation,
No cares if his wife caught him,
A stranger,
A child,
He dropped down to his knees and assumed a humble position,
I grabbed a metal spoon from a nearby rack and went to town,
The swaying of his hard body ready to take a risk,
So randomly exciting and breathtaking,
At a mid scream of thank you Miss...tre his wife curled around the corner,
With her mouth full of air and polluted dust bunnies,
She went into a state of shock,
White trenches of saliva pulled her lips apart like thick slime,
Eyes daring down at him,
Her big strong man had a submissive side,
A side she had never seen before,
I walked past her with a slow stroll and handed her the spoon,
Your turn...
I would like to think I fixed their mirage.
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