Jackson stroked
The little nub
On the mouse.
His pace alternating
From quick, quick,
Slow, quick, quick,
Stop.
I held my breath
In anticipation of what
He would do next.
Would he continue?
Or would he leave me
On the brink of
My sexual fantasy.
I looked up
At his face,
Right into his eyes,
A lazy, suggestive smile
Crossing his face,
Then he slowly strokes.
Staring at me,
He returns to his
Pace of
Quick, quick, slow.
Quick, quick, slow.
Quick.
Quick.
Slow.
With all my strength,
I release a demure sigh
When I wanted
To scream with
Careless abandon.
Jackson smirked,
But his smile quickly faded
When I reached
For the joystick,
Holding it firmly in my hand
As I softly touched
It's buttons.
Payback is only
Fair play.
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