Curiosity Killed the Cat

A typewriter on the wooden floor grabs your attention as you walk into the room. Yes, it has been tucked away in a closet for years, a relic from a garage sale that caught our eye.

Photo by Ellen von Unwerth

There’s a piece of paper in the roller with some writing on it. Curious, you bend down to read it.

“Don’t you know that curiosity killed the cat? “

I startle you and you fall to your hands and knees, just barely missing doing a face plant into the typewriter.

You look up, eyes traveling up my legs, slowly singing:

She’s got legs, she knows how to use them
She never begs, she knows how to choose them….

“Legs” ZZ Top

Stepping lightly on your hand, I respond with a hard stare. I wait. You look down, trying to read my mood, gauging your next response.

“Hi, honey, I’m home,” you try but my foot remains, keeping your hand on the floor in silence. A full minute passes before I say,

“The game is for you to write me a short scene on the typewriter. You can’t stop and it must make sense and be sexy.” I pause and then take my foot and push you to a seated position. “Easy enough except you have to be naked. And I will be edging you the entire time. If you stop, I stop. If I can’t make sense of what you are writing, I stop.”

I stop again, waiting for you to strip, and tapping my foot. You pull off your shoes, socks and shirt and quickly stand to remove your pants. Sitting back down at the typewriter you see

Do you want to play a game?

“I even gave you a prompt and you have 30 seconds to think before I start,” I sit down next to you, smiling like a Cheshire Cat, “but, if you can finish the scene, I will let you cum.”

The 30 seconds pass in a flash and I start edging as you start typing. The first 15 or 20 seconds are easy, sensations haven’t built yet and you have the beginning all written in your head. Then, the keystrokes become more erratic as you try to harness the thoughts and your fingers into submission.

Another minute passes, you are sweating and breathing heavy, trying to get this finished and you think you might have it. Then, I swipe my thumb over the end, circling, while stroking faster and your hands drop to your lap. Just for a second. But….

I laugh…”too bad satisfaction didn’t bring him back today…”

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