Lick Me

I want you to lick my armpits, I told him. Sometime this weekend after I’ve showered. 

Ok. 

It turns me on.

Does a client do it to you?

No… I do it to myself. 

Liar. I’m going to do it right now.

No. After a shower. 

He pinned my arm over my head. We fought a bit but he won out. 

You taste good, he said as he pulled his mouth away. There was that brothy smell of saliva mixing with sweat—salt and sour—on my skin and on his lips. I kissed him like I was going to hide the taste, ingest my body’s evidence, moving from the same impulse that has me suck a client’s fingers immediately after they’ve finger me when I’m on my period. 

We kissed for minutes but the smell was there like a gauze and eventually I don’t think either of us minded.