Erotica: Tangled #twitterotica #smutnotlove

Following is "Tangled," my shot at #smutnotlove #twitterotica @SonicErotica in 10 tweets

I'm your "just friend" but I'm the one who gets the phone call when the driveway needs to be shoveled or the car battery dies. Apparently the mysterious mistress can fuck over the phone from 3,000 miles away, but she's not much help around the house.

I let myself in with the spare key. I was warned, but my jaw drops when I see you naked, tangled in wet sheets, arms cuffed to the headboard. Our eyes meet, jerk away.

My phone rings. I spy the key on the carpet as I answer. "I'm doing it now," I say to this bitch on the phone. She's polite, but I still feel like her servant.

My fingers touch your wrist, the love I feel for you is murderous. I am dead. I am buried. Your smell is overwhelming. Your free hands go immediately to the red leather choker that circles your throat. I watch how it calms you. You still haven't spoken to me. You aren't even ashamed.

My hands move to my mouth, holding back the I love yous that mean nothing. I want to kiss you.

"What?!?" I shout into the phone, realizing boss lady has been giving me directives, but I wasn't listening. Her voice is low and warm, like a death threat.

"Tell her to come now," she purrs. Or growls. I drop the phone. You lunge for it, listen, arch and scream for her like a dying animal." -end-