A dead man wakes up

A dead man wakes up

“Splash on me!”

She said it loud and strained, like she used to. The nearly twenty-year-old mistress lay on the living room table with scattered legs, and Jonah stood on the floor pumping loose in her. She looked at him with her wide-open eyes and smiled encouragingly. He had begun to moan in that particular tone that made her realize that it was approaching, and she liked that he got beyond her. He lashed out hard at her a few more times to tilt himself over the edge, before pulling himself out and doing the rest of the job with his hand. The glossy liquid splashed out and landed on her taut, tanned stomach. It was so thin that it ran down her sides as she took a breath. They were both hot and sweaty, even though it hadn’t lasted as long as it used to. The girl was left on the table, stroking her stomach and breasts with her hands. Every once in a while, she let one of her fingers find her way to her mouth. She licked his drops with a cheerful smile, and continued to caress herself with her hand. He stayed for a while and watched, before walking up to the salon and picking up his pants.

“Same time next week?” she said as he stood and dressed.

He nodded, but felt that he didn’t really really want to. The magic was gone. It would have been nice, as usual, but that’s exactly what was the problem. It…