Flash Fiction – Holed Up

Oh, god, I’m so small, and the world is so big.

The weighty winter quilt cuts existence into manageable chunks. Here is me. There is nothing. I swim in sweat, bathe in tears and drown in breath.

I hunker, face down in my sanctuary. Chin lodged between my knees, breasts smeared across my thighs. Hands linked over my neck, heels together across my slit. No way in.

His glorious size settles on my back, and shelters my world. He calms, and the ecstatic weight of him compresses me.

My breath comes in stabs. My insides jostle. My eyes and my cunt tingle with the juices he squeezes from me. I hurt where I need to and I’m wet where I should be. I’m never safer than when he curls me into myself. Outside is a grotesque storm and he is my cave.

A shock of air kisses my flanks where he raises the quilt. He’s found a way in.

His cock jabs at my ass, slick with sweat. I squeal so only he can hear. My tears flow just the same but taste so much sweeter.

Slowly I let the outside in, and that big, big world shrinks. By just that much.

He groans like thunder, fills me with heat. My heel finds my clit and pushes. I cry like I used to when that was my only release. Before I learned to fuck.

My little world has different truths. Two bodies inhabit the same space at the same time. He quakes, growls and comes. He compacts me, inside and out. One day I will be a diamond.

He’s so big.

Oh, god. I’m so small.