Quartet — Four Memes in One

Before

Damaris sleepily crawled on top of him, Harry was still mostly asleep–though he had been thinking about picking up Sabrina from the airport later. Bed with Damaris was different than with Sabrina. Damaris smelled alluring, she oozed sensuality and danger. She slithered on him like a snake, straddled his hips and pushed him into her. There was nothing for him to say. He was hard and she was doing all the things to rouse him. She rode him like a demon, at one point he looked up at her and she looked sad like a spectre. But when he touched her to see if his hand would go through her it did not. She was warm and soft to his touch. Her eyes however wandered, and then latched onto his like she had found something she had long been looking for.

After

Damaris stood on the rooftop an ornate glass with amber fluid in her hand. Harry had had to leave work early to find her. Damaris had gotten all of his information in the hotel room. He had ignored texts from her at work, thinking there was not going to be anything else between them. She had just been married and lost her husband–how could she have gotten attached to him so quickly? When he saw the video of her looking drugged on his phone, he had not been sure what to do. When he got to the hotel she was on the rooftop unresponsive. He called the front desk, and told them his friend was not responsive. At that point, he knew he was not going to be able to pick up Sabrina. He knew he was going to have to have some minor questioning at the police station.

Harry rested his head against the bars of the holding cell–he had not known just how long he was going to be detained…

Very late–but better than never!–I present last week’s Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday, Friday Flash and Kink of the Week.

image via Molly Moore