“I just want a good night sleep”

Being home from school, I have relied on the afternoon sun to wake me up. Surprisingly, I beat it by 2 hours this morning. I laid there…dead and immobile. I felt the remnants of my last workout session throughout my body and wanted so bad to stretch it out, but I didn’t…well rather I couldn’t.

I was paralyzed, powerless to a small tingling between my legs. I got this sudden urge to hump and rub against something so I slowly rubbed my legs together hoping to satisfy this craving. But, my warm feeling quickly grew to a throbbing pulse. I knew exactly the source of this feeling. It was him. I wanted him. I sat there and reminisce on the great nights we had.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

He kissed me and I explored the insides of his mouth. I couldn’t help but smile when I was with him. He moved down and took my right breast into his mouth while cupping the other with his huge hands; they fit perfectly. He tortured me with his tongue, drawing me closer to the edge every time. He’d suddenly stop and hang over me, asserting his authority while studying me with his eyes.

He turned me over and I let out a smirk when out of his sight—for I enjoyed being on my stomach. He played in my hair and provoked every nerve on my neck. Moving his lips down my back and exploring every inch of skin on my body. He kissed it, licked it, and bit it.

He loved my body. I was his canvas.

In that moment, I thought of nothing but him. I didn’t think of that extra fat on my stomach that I wanted to remove. I did not think of how much I wanted to reconstruct my entire body. In that moment, my insecurities were nonexistent. 

I was happy.

I looked back at him as he continued worshipping my body like some goddess. I could feel his finger lost through my hair as he moved forward and filled me up. He tugged on my hair as I grasp silently for air.

“Fuck you…” I thought to myself.

That day I slept the best, without uttering any words.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I was beyond the edge. I thought more about him. I desired to sleep that deep and beautiful again. One where I’m wearing only his t-shirt, surrounded by the ambient noise of his video games.

This recollection, however, was quickly distorted when I received a text message from him…😏



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