Women Seeking Women #148

The message lit the space between her thighs first. Six years ago she had watched the video go live on a cold November morning, thighs spread on fresh hotel sheets while sunlight moved across the desk and the video player. She made herself watch it all the way through once, then twice, stopping whenever the image of her own mouth pulling him deeper made her breath catch. The sounds she made into her empty room were not the ones she heard leaving the speaker, yet the memory pressed itself there, wet and sudden, like fingers curling in private. She could still taste the salt of him on her tongue whenever she read the upload date again.