I woke up, rolled over on the bed, checked my image in the screen

Long mermaid hair

He texted back, it was fast enough that I knew

He was already hard

His cock leaking through his pants, which he wears even on days

He works from home

Show it to me, I whispered, one finger on my lips

My other hand rhythmically plucking

My nipple

Don't be such a brat, I want to see you pop

He doesn't like getting bossed around, or that's what he told me

When he was younger

But now here we are, there is a lot of grey in my long dark hair, floating out

Around my head, as if I were underwater

Instead of on my back, holding my phone above my face so I can see

The pearls of his precum

Bejeweling his cock

I don't want to, he said, but I--and then he let it go, and I sighed

Satisfied

Watching loops of his cum cover his smooth belly

A small victory

To begin the day.