The Back Man And His Touches

ly sealed lips. Can take his eyes off of me. Won even try not to touch me, irrespective of the situation and conditions. Nor I want to be away from him, his touch, and wispers.

Sometimes I wonder, why didn he introduced me to his friends or colleagues? He never bring up about his past in our conversations. He asks about my past self but never reveals his past to me. I never asked to share it with me though.

Meanwhile dusk arouses. Later I leave to home, earlier than him. Gets back to home and do the work and cook the meals for him. As I do part time, somedays Ill go and some days I won . Finally, the main purpose for me to work is, I want to stay with him, even if it is a very negligible time.

I will take a relaxing bath. Warm myself. Wears a frock which he bought for me, whenever he likes. I never wore B and P in home, nor I want to. So, the appearance won be much appealing, when I see myself in the big mirror, in our dressing room. But he just… Grab me, like a predator and do all unspokenable things. And in a few seconds Ill get all messy and wasted.

I will cook while remembering his touch and his body. Talk like him, imitate his body language. Touch my self like he does. Sometimes, Ill just wears his clothes and do nothing. Unexpectedly, that day he will bring take outs.

Soon he gets back, nearly by 6 to 7 pm in the evening.