The bath

 She woke up with an arm around her chest, she was held. It felt nice. 

Are you still sleeping, a soft breath behind her ears made her toes curl in pleasure. 

Mmm, the only sound she could make right now. The kissing re started had it ever stopped.

She had received an email from her boss, when was she returning to work. She didn't know. She didn't want to. The thought of being a kept woman was  temping but she knew her independence was part of her mystery.

Why bother with real for now? She turned round and pulled the head towards her naked bosom. She felt rough tongue on sore her nipple they been tortured all night. 

An arm snaked around her thighs, she was ready to ride the wave of pleasure.

They would have to talk in a few hours, have to face the cold light of day as the phrase went. It wasn't going anywhere. This was just the taking and giving of pleasure for pleasure's sake.

She wondered with every thrust if she would recover the missing parts of her or if cynicism would permanently corrode her psyche . Would what was left be worth keeping. Was she self sabotaging a willing self harming for moments of stolen pleasure.

As she felt herself begin to soar, and heard the mewling sounds she recognised as coming from her. She saw a clear vision of her future. Stark, empty, cold.

I like how responsive you are the disembodied voice said sounding like an entity distant far away oblivious to the silent tears and the quickly cooling pilot.

She should turn around and return the favour feeling the rough taste of stale wine and too much cigarettes. A wave of nausea hit her. It was the anniversary of her loss the night she chose not o remember but never seemed to let her go.

She got up abruptly, loo she said. The word explained everything. A perfect excuse to be by herself. She didn't know how long she was there fore.

She woke naked  with her head by the toilet bowl. There as an extra bouquet to the foulness to her breathe. The throbbing headache had disappeared. 

Someone had filled the bath,  maybe it was her she couldn't remember. It came back to her.

There was a loud knock on the door, are you going to get into the bath or do I have to come and do it myself.

Laughter burst from her chest and surprised her. A voice she did not expect to hear from again not after last night. She didn't have the energy to fight it or wonder why.

Come. Help. She wondered if she had voiced her thoughts. She must have. Soft hands pulled her up.

Can you stand?