She pauses, atop me, pumping her arms like a pom-pom girl, chanting:
She has no English at all. Perhaps she's a chorus girl from the North? No—she mimes punching something, a ball!, she saw the World Cup!
She tugs the tip of my condom: Nothing but pre-come; she was overlubed, too loose, started the second service too soon, and I'm anhedonic. Rubbing her belly, holding up an invisible bowl, she chopsticks invisible food into her mouth. Must I mount her again?
Unwisely, she switches the light on: Her face is a patchwork: In the first flash, I take the lead-white for her skin, then flip the gestalt: It's the makeup she hasn't sweated away.
"How was the service?" asks the mama-san, holding the door.
What else could I have said? After all, when I got up on all fours and shoved my ass in the air, she pegged me and fondled my balls, and when I pushed back she reciprocated, digging her hot small conical finger deeper up me. And when I reached back and up to push her hand away from my cock, because I didn't want her to jerk me off right away, she didn't start in again, like so many do.
"anhedonic": I'm guessing the meaning as "lacking or without pleasure" or "unable to feel pleasure" on the assumption that the prefix an- before that possibly vocalic "h" works like a- before words beginning with consonants to neutralise what follows, as in "amoral" or "asexual".
See, e.g., Anhedonic.
All characters and situations fictional. Copyright (c) 2003-2007 by "John Psmyth."