Slit

It was an actual relief to spend the beginning of the week in this gothic foggy city. Everything seemed to be unfamiliar, except from him: an old evident for my past. However, it all fit together really well, along with the ancient location and its Kafkaesque atmosphere.
For that reason nothing seemed strange to me. Suddenly it became winter and for only one night. He asked me whether I would like to see his place. "I have an attic", he said, "It's good for hiding." I agreed since nothing seemed to happen outside.
He opened the front door and shoved me against the narrow elevator. Then he let me put my coat in his apartment, only to take my hand and let me inside his wide and black attic. It was clear that his head would have to easily rub my ass as he would climb up the ladder, right behind me.
I dropped my left shoe but it didn't stop me from going up. The space became so small at the top, so all that was left to do was cling to the windowpane, inhale the lucid night air and hang onto the smog, as he inserted his finger into my slit. "No one can hear you in here", he whispered into my neck while caressing my clit with his forefinger and shutting my moans with his right palm.