A Root Grown In The Wall

Against the wall I lean, standing in line to wait my turn to talk to a manager. It could take awhile. I relax, my back flattens; cool, painted, plaster-coated sheetrock seeps through my shirt. Shock rattles my spine - a lost memory surfaces unexpectedly, taking me back to years ago.

I was a twig, thin and light, lifted and slammed into a wall. I was pinned, mercilessly, feet off the ground, by a cock as thick as a log. Helpless was I to the new sensations awakened within - growing seeds of lust confused for love, sprouting and spreading, planted deep in my core. My back flattened, hips thrust forward, the orgasm unfurled upward like leaves searching for the sun. My mouth opened but silence seeped through the hand clamped over my parted lips: breathless joy found under the shade of newly rooted bliss.

I smile as my body reacts to that time long gone; I stand straight once more and advance a step in line, careful to step over the root grown in the wall.