untitled project about vaginas.

Melody likes it laying on her back. She senses a small puddle of sweat form just underneath where her bra is tightly clacked. It’s making the sheets stick to her skin. "I’m doing this for you, Mel" Gary whispers, his voice sounding as rusty as his hands feel. "Just be still." He lines the inner part of her thighs with a thin paste. "You’re going to be as clean as they come in a minute." Melody retraces every second of the past couple of hours she’s spent locked up with Gary. There’s little comfort in her thoughts. "My knees wouldn’t have held up this time" she thinks. Melody has been though this before. Within the seconds that Gary inches his fingers down her stomach, Melody remembers anxiously, how to ease the pain. "I’ve got to lay tight. I can’t let my goddamn legs start shaking like last time" she thinks. And as she’s clutching her small fists and biting furiously on her lower lip, Gary’s wobbling left hand smooths over the muslin strip to which he swiftly peels off. Leaving Melody with tiny strands of hair that are almost unrecognizable. She lets out a tremendous sigh and lets the slow rush of comfort sweep over her body. Melody’s hands are still but she knows what’s coming next. Gary orders her into position and Melody stands straight up, her body hovering over his face.