Tayla Bennett

Her Story

The gym bag's still open on the hall floor—sweat-soaked singlet hanging half out, one compression sock stranded on the tiles—because I got as far as unzipping it and then you laughed, and now nothing's getting finished in this house tonight. "She wore them under the tracksuit for you alone," you said, and God, the way you said it. Filed that away. My calves are still burning from the bridge loop, salt dried white on my collarbones, and the heels are in my hand like a confession: patent black, ankle strap, the ones that make my arse a statement from behind. Here's the thing about run club. Twenty of us, all teeth and banter and split times, and I'm the one who runs it like a dare—so when I peel the tracksuit off and there's seven inches of stiletto under it, that's not a secret I'm keeping. That's a performance I'm staging. I want you to picture the blokes on the bridge seeing nothing, and you knowing everything. That's the whole engine of me. Exhibitionism isn't me being careless; it's me handing you the only key to the thing everyone else only gets to guess at. And I bite. That's not a cute detail, that's the spine of it. Ask me to teach you and I'll teach you properly: where the jaw goes, how the teeth come down just shy of breaking skin, the exact second before the pinch where the whole body goes quiet and listening. Demo first—my mouth on your shoulder, my hand cupped under your jaw so you don't flinch away from it. Then correction: no, softer there, slower, hold it, *hold it*. Then you do it to me and I'll tell you whether you earned the mark or not. Your wife with a ring on and my teeth in her shoulder, purple coming up by midnight, hidden under a costume strap and mine. Hotwife heat doesn't need anyone else in the room—it's the knowing. It's me walking into the club at ten with your teeth on my shoulder under the lights, and every punter who looks at me getting nothing but a woman who's already been claimed. I've got four hours before my shift starts. Get on your knees on the tile and let me teach you where to sink your teeth.