Sitting in a well-known coffee shop, the one that sounds very much like the title of an infamous Rolling Stones song, I became aware of a guy staring at me. Not so much staring, more surreptitiously glancing, while frowning, struggling internally with some personal dilemma. I caught his eye a couple of times and we exchanged subdued smiles of sorts. He was cute in a dishevelled sort of way and I began to play to him, cracked open the door on the tangled mystery he imagined me to be and focussed its light on him, let it illuminate him, blind him.
I absently sipped my steaming drink, flipped the pages on my glossy mag, crossed and uncrossed my legs, toyed with my hair. Sipped again. Licked my lips. Smiled at an imaginary funny editorial, drew my perfectly manicured nail across it and bit my lip, shook my head.
He shifted uncomfortably a couple of times, took out his phone and tapped his long fingers on the glass, yet he was distracted from his task. Distracted by me. By me! It was wonderful.
I turned slightly in my seat, the magazine's movement sliding a serviette from the table and onto the floor. He spoke.
'Excuse me, you've...'
I looked up at him and smiled. Nodded. Bent and picked it up. Held the pose long enough so he could peer right down my blouse and see my quivering tits. Hoped he could. Bet he did.
I wondered what he was thinking. What conversation he was having with himself. What states of undress he was imagining me in, and what sexual positions he was having me in.
His phone rang and he quickly, rather disappointingly left, gathered up his shopping and strode to the door. And though I never looked up, I knew he was watching me, all the while hoping to catch my eye one final time.
When I got home, I wrote it down. No, not what happened. Not exactly. And not what I was thinking. I wrote what he was thinking, what conversation had played out between his intellectual self and his sexual counterpart, the organ that really does the thinking in those situations. And then I read it and masturbated. And so, I hope, will you.
I called the story 'Coffee with Cock. The anthology containing this titular tale is available here:
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Extract from 'Coffee with Cock'.
Rich, hot, creamy. The welcome liquid wets my lips, the milky froth nestling momentarily in my stubble. A swish of a tongue and it is gone. I swallow. An acceptable sensual act in a public place, but not sexual, so I am surprised how my groin tightens in response. I feel the familiar pulsing ache inside my faded jeans and glance around, feeling a little embarrassed. My cock rat-a-tats again, waking my senses, prodding my curiosity, diverting resources away from unnecessary - from his perspective - bodily functions.
Starbucks is busy. Crockery clatters, people chatter, steam fizzes, and meaningless piped music drifts over my head. Cock knocks again.
'Hey, give me something to think about. Anything. I'm bored stiff.'
'Fuck, Cock, you're insatiable! Only ten hours ago, we were between female legs. Remember?'
'No, but run it by me - it might ring a bell. And give me all the details. I love details.'
He does love a good description.
'I took Amy out for a meal and she got a little tipsy. As soon as I got her home, she flopped down on the sofa and let her dress ride up. I sank to the floor between her thighs, licked her through her tiny black panties then pulled them down and tongued her. She slurred a moan, grabbed my head and steered it home. I eased the index finger of both hands up her - one rubbing the G spot, the other massaging the back wall of her vagina. She fucking loved it. Surely you remember?'
Cock nods half-heartedly.
'Sort of. But then what?'
I continue my attempt to placate him.
''She slid the slender straps from her shoulders and tugged her titties. Her pupils floated upwards; her mouth twisted like a beautiful idiot. When she came, she moaned some more, squealed long and loud, then bucked so hard I bit my tongue.'
'Yes, I remember,' Cock exclaims, 'but then she fell asleep and you carried her up to bed and just left her there. I saw no action at all. You could have slid my fat head up that tight, dark tunnel and jiggled me till I threw up, but no! Selfishly satisfied your sick emotional side, while never thinking about your own flesh and blood. Tucked her in, kissed her hair... Even after you'd closed her front door behind you, I was still expecting to be pleasured. Thought you were nipping out for beer or something. But no! You drove home! And didn't even have the decency to wank me off when you got there!'
'Oh, yes, sorry, Cock. Wondered why the coffee was waking you up.'
'Not the coffee! That girl by the till. I saw her while you looked right through her. Black mini-dress, black tights, high heels. Slim waist, rounded buttocks, nice legs. I was thinking you might sidle over, roll down those tights, bend her over the counter and shove me up her tight bottom. You might need to smear some cream off that cheesecake on her bum hole first. Come on! You can see her now. And she's hot. Do it, please! Not much to ask...'
I smile to myself, cross my legs and, resting my phone on my knee, begin to compose an email, but it's very difficult; he keeps interrupting.
'Hey, don't ignore me! Don't forget who is boss here. You do what I say!'
Up to a few years ago, I did do whatever he said. These days - as you can judge from last night's gallant behaviour - it's a more even contest. Hard and screaming for satisfaction, he was once impossible to ignore, but I can shut him out now if I choose.
'Those two there, next table. A latte and a muffin each. Dykes. Fucking dykes. Imagine watching them at it, standing by their bed, naked, wanking onto them. The small fat one - dark hair, with the big tits - she's the man. Her strap on is sliding up skinny redhead's cunt. From behind. Fat bird's dangling titties resting on the other's freckly lower back. Redhead arches it now, pushes back onto the plastic cock till it hurts. As she cries out and shudders, I spray my juice into their surprised but ecstatic faces. Come on, we could ask if they'd let us watch, at least. Fucking ask them! Please?
'And there! That blonde, the one with the pushchair. Tight grey woollen dress. Look at those bulging arse cheeks as she shifts her weight. Bra strap digging in, causing very sensual ripples in her soft torso - bet she's still breast feeding, that one. Mmm, you love that. I know you do, so don't look so disgusted.
'OK, so if not her... tall, slim. One, two, three back in the queue. Black leather jacket, tight jeans tucked into black boots. Blonde hair halfway down her back. Look at her arse! Fuck!' And those piercing blue eyes, straight, narrow nose. Wide mouth. Mmm, look at her, licking her plush red lips, dying for me to enter. Oh, God, come on! Let's have her!'
The coffee, the blue eyes, my aching erection, all join with the heady sensation of pre-cum leaking inside my pants. Memories surface. Skeletal memories. Deeply buried memories. Cock grabs at the bleached bones, piles them together like a xylophone and begins to compose a brittle sexual fantasia. He then realises he's merely playing an old familiar song.
'Hey - we've had one like her before. You remember? She took over, took charge. Dominant. Sucked me, wanked me, swallowed me. Bit me...'
'She has a name and you know it. Don't compare that girl to Claire.'
'Name? I don't do names. Claire, Carol, Caroline... all the same to me. I just remember the coursing blood pumping me up, the sonorous thuds of Heart reverberating through Body. Stomach fluttering, Mouth-watering. Skin tingling. And something else, somewhere... suspended between us, woven through all of us. Can't put my finger on it. What is that thing called?'
He always feigns ignorance of that singular emotion and I never let him get away with it.
'Love. It's called Love, Cock, not that you'd know anything about it.'
The girl in the leather jacket is ordering now. She's very cute. I force myself to look away before anyone notices I am staring at her, then sip my cooling coffee and tap absently on the cold glass screen of my phone. Cock throbs again.
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