Some time later, some hours later, Mai awakens in bed. She’s been curled up in my arms, spooned while she’s slumbered. “What...?” she asks, dopey and dozy.
“I brought you to bed. Eventually. I came in your ass, I devoured my creampie, cleaned us up with a soapy cloth...all the while watching you sleep.”
She raises her head to look over at the window. “How long were we- I mean, it felt like a dream after a while.”
“You were drugged.”
“You drugged me?!?”
“No. The sex we were having ‘drugged’ you.”
Her eyes narrow.
“You found a tantric state. You quite enjoyed yourself in it. Everything else faded away. Pretty simple.”
“Pretty simple!” she laughs. “Right!”
“It went swimmingly. Save for ‘the raccoon effect’.”
She waits.
“You got a little lost in the emotions. A little overwhelmed.”
“I remember something... I was crying.”
“Yeah.”
“Hmmpphh...”
“You’re not just a tough bitch, are you?”
She smacks me.
“Anyway, you had some raccooning going on. With your makeup.”
She stares...until she finally gets my drift. “Oh!” she says, wiping at her eyes, her face.
“It’s all better, now.”
“Huh?”
“I cleaned you up.”
“You what?!?”
“While you were sleeping. I cleaned you all up.”
Mai touches her face. “You removed my makeup...?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Up onto her knees she goes, then exiting the bed with a hop, Mai dashes to the bathroom. There’s silence for a bit...and then she walks back into the room. And rejoins me on the bed.
My prize is a kiss. “Well done.”
“Thanks.”
“You moisturized me, too.”
“I did.”
“I look very plain without makeup. I won’t blame you if you can’t get it up, now.”
“I brought you to bed. Eventually. I came in your ass, I devoured my creampie, cleaned us up with a soapy cloth...all the while watching you sleep.”
She raises her head to look over at the window. “How long were we- I mean, it felt like a dream after a while.”
“You were drugged.”
“You drugged me?!?”
“No. The sex we were having ‘drugged’ you.”
Her eyes narrow.
“You found a tantric state. You quite enjoyed yourself in it. Everything else faded away. Pretty simple.”
“Pretty simple!” she laughs. “Right!”
“It went swimmingly. Save for ‘the raccoon effect’.”
She waits.
“You got a little lost in the emotions. A little overwhelmed.”
“I remember something... I was crying.”
“Yeah.”
“Hmmpphh...”
“You’re not just a tough bitch, are you?”
She smacks me.
“Anyway, you had some raccooning going on. With your makeup.”
She stares...until she finally gets my drift. “Oh!” she says, wiping at her eyes, her face.
“It’s all better, now.”
“Huh?”
“I cleaned you up.”
“You what?!?”
“While you were sleeping. I cleaned you all up.”
Mai touches her face. “You removed my makeup...?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Up onto her knees she goes, then exiting the bed with a hop, Mai dashes to the bathroom. There’s silence for a bit...and then she walks back into the room. And rejoins me on the bed.
My prize is a kiss. “Well done.”
“Thanks.”
“You moisturized me, too.”
“I did.”
“I look very plain without makeup. I won’t blame you if you can’t get it up, now.”
Now I’m the one laughing.
“That’s not funny!” she says, rolling away from me.
“Of course it is! Your makeup doesn’t define you!”
“You don’t like me with makeup...?” she asks, rising up enough to peer over her shoulder.
“I love you with makeup. It heightens everything. I’m just saying that your beauty isn’t dependent on it.”
“Right.”
“Are you upset that I de-raccooned you?”
“No.”
“But you still feel a little invaded, maybe?”
“Maybe.”
“I understand. It’s one thing for a lover to have known your vulva and vagina intimately with tongue and finger and cock, one to have had your asshole made into an object of desire, one to have placed yourself in such a vulnerable state, standing up fucking that your knees buckle and your partner takes it upon himself to ensure the session continue regardless...and another entirely to have him be so presumptuous as to remove your makeup while you sleep.”
Now she covers her face. I can’t see this, because she’s still facing away, but I’m sure this is what she does, given her movements.
As she begins to turn, I stop her.
“What...?” she asks, all timid.
“Let me have this moment?” I reply, sweeping my hand down her back.
Mai shivers. “Oh...”
“Keep talking,” I tell her, sliding closer, kissing a shoulder blade.
Shivering again, she clears her throat. “You did drug me.”
I’ll admit it: I’m suddenly consumed by the sight of Mai Bailey. Despite what we’ve been up to, despite how we’ve out-honeymooned just about any honeymoon couple on record with what we’ve been up to so far...at the beginning of this Toronto rendezvous...I’m downright...
“Gobsmacked,” I say out loud.
“I’m sorry?”
“You’re not ‘drugged’. But I’m gobsmacked. You’re just so...so...”
“I know,” she says. “I mean, that’s not what I meant!” She tries to spin again, but once more, I prevent her.
“Mai, I’m laying here, and my cock is now rigid. We’ve fucked for hours, had each other in various ways...you and I were shagging at that window for a hell of a long time...but I’m laying here and I’m hard. Why? Because you’re sucking me off? No. Because you’re masturbating me? No. It’s because I’m just laying here looking at you.”
Once more, she shivers. “Drugged.”
“Yes. So I get it.”
“What do you want to do? What are you going to do?”
“I want to touch every square inch of you...I want to kiss it all, too...and then I’ll probably want to take you. Vaginally...anally...I don’t know. We’ll see.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “We’ll see.”
