Backing

‘Like having a bath with your wellies on,’ Dave said, with the corners of his mouth curling up like day old ham. ‘It’s bareback or nothing, for me,’ he said, shrugging.

So later, when I rode him on the persian carpet, I didn’t use the saddle or the stirrups. I straddled his naked back with my naked legs and dug my heels in. I wriggled until he cried. Kept him on his knees, bore down until he begged.

‘Only with a rubber,’ I said.

‘Course,’ he said, when I held out my palm, two packets lying on it like sugarlumps. 

 

 

Nikki Magennis