I have been so busy this week. It has only been since my birthday, eight days now, and I have posted five sets on my picture site. With all these new updates, getting to know the webmaster, meeting all the new people from the exciting places that I am learning to call home on the web, not to mention day to day things, I barely stop for more than a few minutes to just breath, much less post about the adventures I get to squeeze in from time to time.
Can you believe I didn’t even have time to get birthday lovings? At least not in person anyways. I did happen to share a very intimate, okay several intimate moments with Wynn. I swear that man is magic. First on the computer, then with a surprise phone call with my one wish fulfilled, to hear him cum. There is just something so addicting about his deep voice, the way he moans out my name, telling me of his wants to be deep inside me, describing each excruciating detail, that I forget it is my hands roaming across my body, and that I am alone on my bed, riding my dildo, letting soft moans escape me, as not to miss a single detail of his love making. I came four times for him. *blushes* Which is a personal alone time record, by the way.
Also that day, among the amazing birthday wishes, was a text that stood out. “Happy Birthday Beautiful”, while common enough, the man sending it I hadn’t heard from in months. Jacob, (*I don’t know why men that have names starting with J are drawn to me, but oddly enough, my most common lover names are all in this category. *) is extremely busy. We had been lovers, and friends, tried our hand at romance, and failed miserably, mostly in part due to my insecurities. We remained friends, and then faded into acquaintances some time ago, speaking to each other only on holidays or odd moments.
I replied with a beaming smile quickly photographed, with a note saying, you did this. A smiley back was my reply, then he was gone again. Yes that is his style. I used to think he was a spy, but now I am leading toward ninja, or perhaps guardian of my smile, because whenever it falters he swoops in all hero like and puts it back in place.
The next morning was another message. Gm beautiful. Two in a row?? Are you kidding me? I thought, then I laughed a bit and asked what he wanted very bluntly. He called, his voice warm and familiar. Laughing, he told me I was getting jaded in my old age, and I mentioned probably just wiser. We caught up, speaking of what had transpired in the last few months of our lives, and we shared laughter and the deeper connection we always shared sparked and relit. I sighed, speaking to him of my newest adventures, and then he told me he still wasn’t with anyone new. I picked at him, because he is one of the most incredibly wealthy and handsome men I know, yet sadly one of the loneliest. It got quiet, and he softly mentioned he got me something small, but wanted to know what I wanted most of all for my birthday.
I remembered the last year, and the fight we got into for the large sum of cash he just so casually deposited on my tv stand and said happy birthday. I just have hard times accepting money. I feel like he is used so much, and I refuse to be the next one to break his heart and his account because I batted my eyes and fed him false hoods. I said “hmmm” Rather playfully, and then I told him the first thing that came to mind.
“I just want to be ravaged, Jake. I want to be treated irresistibly, yet rough and passionate, and afterwards, I want to be treated like a fragile doll and cuddled for the remainder of the night.” I laughed, knowing the six hour drive that it took for him to see me was a well planned out thing, and out of his reach.
He laughed with me too. And the conversation moved into the early hours of morning. I yawned, the most embarrassing squeaky yawn I have when I am just exhausted, so we decided to end the call. He paused right before getting off of the phone, and said, “When can I give you your birthday gift?” I thought for a moment, and told him I was free on Wednesday. “Perfect! We will do dinner as well. See you at five.”
Then he was gone. I blinked. And blinked again. Curious as to what had just transpired. I didn’t even know details. But I giggled and knew he would work it out some way, and then flipped my pillow over, found the coldest spot, and fell deep asleep.
It wasn’t till Tuesday that I heard from him again, and I honestly thought it was to reschedule. He had to be in a town about an hour away for work for the next week anyways, and was hoping he could see me; my birthday present was the perfect excuse. My heart did a little flip flop, and I wanted to chicken out. Jake always scared me; he was the one I pushed away. The one that got to close, that made me feel too much, and I wasn’t ready then, certainly not now. But this was dinner, a nice wine, a little chit chat, maybe a kiss good night. No harm.
I lie to myself really good. Denial is all part of the game!
We decided to meet up at his hotel, so I could unwrap my gift there, and then we would decide where to go for dinner. I pulled up, reapplied my favorite dark red lipstick, and straightened the skirt over my wide hips and soft full belly. I made a dashing picture, all black, down to the heals, the only color, my lipstick and the bright red string of beads around my neck. My hair pulled up in a clip and my favorite silver hoops, I was dressed for myself as much as for him.
After a quick text to get the room number I hopped onto the elevator to find his suite. The closing doors and loud ping still had a way of making my nipples pucker, and I blushed as it opened and an elderly gentleman stepped in. I got out, and made my way down the nondescript hallway, taking a deep breath before knocking.
He opened the door and was standing behind it, “Come on in Kit” he greeted me in that same honey smooth voice. As I walked in the smile on my face died slowly and was replaced with awe.
He was completely naked. More so, he was incredibly aroused. His short dusty brown hair and bright blue eyes smiled at me as I surveyed his amazing body. He was four inches shorter than me because of my heals, but as he pushed me against the wall and kissed me, he felt like a giant. His strength and hardness was against me, kissing me, taking me. He slammed the door with a free hand and proceeded to pull me with him to the bed. My heels were left somewhere by the door, and as he pulled me, he ripped open the buttons to my top and began to kiss the soft mounds of flesh that rose above my bra, then cupped them in his hand to free them from their bondage.
I could only moan, only grab his shoulders, shaking with desire, nails digging into his bare shoulders. He kissed me again, then pushed me onto the bed roughly, then tore the rest of my shirt off, and pulled a knife from the side table. I froze, still panting with want, now paralyzed in fear, and shamefully, still excitement. He kissed my shoulder, running his hands down to pull up the body of my strapless bra. The cold metal touched my skin briefly, and as he cut me loses from the bindings his hips pumped over the top of me.
“Ohh, Jake,” I whimpered, “Please?” between pants, but he yanked my head back with a handful of hair, throwing my clip across the room and kissed me to silence my pleas. He reached around me and fondled my breasts, pinching each nipple and roughly pawing at my breasts. He bit my shoulder and roughly turned me over, then pinned my hands above me, ravaging my mouth, biting my lips and neck. Moaning I spread open for him and thrust my hips up in invitation. He would occasionally reward me with a few grinds from his engorged member but focused on tasting every inch of my massive body.
He thankful spared my favorite skirt, shimmying it over my belly and hips, kissing my stomach as he made it jiggle. He nipped my inner thigh and I reached for his chiseled frame. His bright eyes darkened, and he stopped to pin me again. Asserting his dominance over my body, kissing me fully as I moaned and writhed desperate for completion. He uttered a warning.
“Don’t move your hands again, or I will bind you my love.” I bit my lip and nodded complacently then he kissed me with a devilish grin. Twisting a nipple, almost painfully he watched me, kneeling over me hard, glistening with precum, and I moaned, licking my lips suggestively, but never moving my hands.
He came closer again, one hand touching my cheek softly, then intertwining in my hair, pulling me up. He fed me his cock with the other, wiping the precum all over my lips as my tongue darted out to lick it greedily. His head was so engorged it must have been painful at this point, and his low moan told me that I had not forgotten how to please him with my mouth. He pulled away panting, his hand yanking my head from its prize and I protested by darting my tongue out to lick it.
He laughed at me, pushing me back down and commanding me once again to be still, and then kissed his way down my belly to the black cherry panties I still possessed. He pulled the knife from the coverlet again and one by one, cut the laces that melded into the fat at my hips. His moan more a growl as he took the last lace away and yanked the useless material from my quivering body. His mouth kissed just above my aching wetness and my legs pushed up to greet him, whimpering and spreading open in unabashed need.
He bit the lip, then let his tongue slip inside the wet folds and I sobbed his name. Shaking as his powerful strokes centered on my clit. My arms physically hurt, I was holding onto the head board, my nails digging into the wood, trying desperately not to reach for him. He opened me up further, blowing softly on the sensitive lips and I moaned, wrapping my legs up around his shoulders.
One thick finger slid inside me, then another, making it almost uncomfortable with the tightness. Yet, slowly he moved in and out, licking and biting the outer lips as well, then found the rough patch just above my opening. Moaning, I began thrusting my hips into the soft rhythm he had created, and as he tapped I began to shake. My whole body quaking now, my legs threatening to close in of their own accord and suffocate him in the soft rolls of fat; suddenly I wanted to beg him to stop and in the same instant beg him for more. Then I came, hard and fast, without warning. His thumb pushed on my clit rubbing it concentrically trying to prolong me and I almost cried from the sheer force.
Before I could come off of the high, he yanked me to the end of the bed, and stood between my legs. He spanked my swollen lips with his cock head, teasing them and running up and down my lips wetting himself with my cum. Then he pulled my legs up to his shoulders and entered me, spearing me forcefully.
I moaned loudly and reached for him, unable to contain my desire any more. His body pressed down on my legs, pulling them up to my chest, and my hands intertwined with his as he rammed in and out of me. Sometimes he would stop, mid stroke, and slap me again with his cock, then pinching a nipple to keep it nice and hard, then he would continue pounding me, stroke after glorious stroke until I began moaning louder and louder, screaming and begging for more. “Harder,” I demanded and he complied.
“I, fuck, fuck, OH FUCK,” was the only thing I could say before my lips went to a little O and my body began thumping like an over bassed car. I shook violently, arching back, screaming his name. He with one final thrust pushed deep within me before moaning on single YES . I could physically feel his cock throbbing within me and I clinched around him, milking his amazing organ.
He pulled out, moaning softly, and then motioned for me to move to the head of the bed. The pillows were on the floor, the coverlet and sheet hanging on one side. He picked up a pillow and laid it down, then pulled the blanket up to cover me. He then bent, and kissed me tenderly before laying beside me in the bed. I just quietly cuddled in, and the last thing I remember before falling asleep was him whispering happy birthday as he kissed my forehead.
I woke up to find I was alone, and I bolted, wondering if he had gotten called in. “Jake?” I called out, and moments later he poked his head in from around the door and smiled. His glasses were perched on his nose. And I giggled, as that was all he had on.
I rose up out of bed and moved to his side, wrapping my arms around his shoulders giving him a sound kissing for surprising me so. He patted my ass, and asked me if I was ready to get something to eat. I felt the blood drain from my face.
“I can’t.” he just stared at me quizzically. “No, seriously, I don’t know how I am even going to get out of the hotel! Oh FUCK! Jake!!! My clothes!” He started laughing, so I punched him.
He just kissed me and walked to the table. “No, Jake, I am serious. I can’t wear my shirt like that. Do you have anything I can get home in? Are you even listening to me?”
“No.”
I stared at him for a moment, not sure exactly if I should strangle him, or just walk out with a sheet as dignified as I possibly could. He brought me a large bag, purple, with one teal bow and kissed me softly. I looked at him suspiciously. Then at the bag in my hands.
“Unless this is outfit in a bag, I am still kicking your ass.”
“Just open it already Kit.”
I sat cross legged on the couch in the main suite and peered inside. Like a child I quickly tossed the non essential tissue paper and pulled an elegant red shirt that made me gasp. I quickly checked the size, and then hugged it to me, beaming at him from across the room. He just smiled and motioned to keep going.
Next I found a pair of gray dress pants, followed by a matching set of peach under garments. I sat speechless, feeling like a little cartoon donkey would appear soon and start dancing around the room with my name on it. I jumped up and hugged him tightly. Then from around his back, he pulled one more thing.
I stared at him suspiciously, as he knew I didn’t like him going overboard, but before I could complain, he just put a finger to my lips. “ The clothes were last minute to take care of your birthday wish, this, is what I had originally picked up for you, and you will accept it and be gracious and keep that beautiful big mouth of yours shut.”
I bit my lip, but eyed him harshly as I opened the small package. On the inside of the paper was a plain white box, and inside a bit of tissue, as I lifted the tissue, I gasped loudly and brought my hand to my mouth. Breathless I slowly touched the sparkling glass then gently lifted it from its box.
“Ohh Jake, “ I muttered admiring the crystal in the light. It was a small turtle, barely an inch, the soft black eyes staring soulfully back and the crystal dancing in the light filtering from the fading sunset in a rainbow of beauty.
I smiled at him teary eyed, touched by his generosity and thoughtfulness, then hugged him tightly. “Thank you so much! I love this.”
He smiled. “I thought you might. Now, prissy, grab your shower and lets go I am famished.”
I nodded, not paying any mind to his ridiculous nickname for me, and gently placed Leo back into his box. Then kissed him once again beaming before running to shower.
That night we went to a local casino and dined on a buffet of delicacies they called around the world, and then he treated me to a random ride, just driving, his hand in mine getting lost. We didn’t speak of tomorrows, or what could be or might be, just enjoyed each other’s company. I laid in his arms that night, fighting sleep, knowing when I awoke the next morning he would be gone.
The note on the pillow simply said thank you, kisses to you and Leo, will call again soon.
Can you believe I didn’t even have time to get birthday lovings? At least not in person anyways. I did happen to share a very intimate, okay several intimate moments with Wynn. I swear that man is magic. First on the computer, then with a surprise phone call with my one wish fulfilled, to hear him cum. There is just something so addicting about his deep voice, the way he moans out my name, telling me of his wants to be deep inside me, describing each excruciating detail, that I forget it is my hands roaming across my body, and that I am alone on my bed, riding my dildo, letting soft moans escape me, as not to miss a single detail of his love making. I came four times for him. *blushes* Which is a personal alone time record, by the way.
Also that day, among the amazing birthday wishes, was a text that stood out. “Happy Birthday Beautiful”, while common enough, the man sending it I hadn’t heard from in months. Jacob, (*I don’t know why men that have names starting with J are drawn to me, but oddly enough, my most common lover names are all in this category. *) is extremely busy. We had been lovers, and friends, tried our hand at romance, and failed miserably, mostly in part due to my insecurities. We remained friends, and then faded into acquaintances some time ago, speaking to each other only on holidays or odd moments.
I replied with a beaming smile quickly photographed, with a note saying, you did this. A smiley back was my reply, then he was gone again. Yes that is his style. I used to think he was a spy, but now I am leading toward ninja, or perhaps guardian of my smile, because whenever it falters he swoops in all hero like and puts it back in place.
The next morning was another message. Gm beautiful. Two in a row?? Are you kidding me? I thought, then I laughed a bit and asked what he wanted very bluntly. He called, his voice warm and familiar. Laughing, he told me I was getting jaded in my old age, and I mentioned probably just wiser. We caught up, speaking of what had transpired in the last few months of our lives, and we shared laughter and the deeper connection we always shared sparked and relit. I sighed, speaking to him of my newest adventures, and then he told me he still wasn’t with anyone new. I picked at him, because he is one of the most incredibly wealthy and handsome men I know, yet sadly one of the loneliest. It got quiet, and he softly mentioned he got me something small, but wanted to know what I wanted most of all for my birthday.
I remembered the last year, and the fight we got into for the large sum of cash he just so casually deposited on my tv stand and said happy birthday. I just have hard times accepting money. I feel like he is used so much, and I refuse to be the next one to break his heart and his account because I batted my eyes and fed him false hoods. I said “hmmm” Rather playfully, and then I told him the first thing that came to mind.
“I just want to be ravaged, Jake. I want to be treated irresistibly, yet rough and passionate, and afterwards, I want to be treated like a fragile doll and cuddled for the remainder of the night.” I laughed, knowing the six hour drive that it took for him to see me was a well planned out thing, and out of his reach.
He laughed with me too. And the conversation moved into the early hours of morning. I yawned, the most embarrassing squeaky yawn I have when I am just exhausted, so we decided to end the call. He paused right before getting off of the phone, and said, “When can I give you your birthday gift?” I thought for a moment, and told him I was free on Wednesday. “Perfect! We will do dinner as well. See you at five.”
Then he was gone. I blinked. And blinked again. Curious as to what had just transpired. I didn’t even know details. But I giggled and knew he would work it out some way, and then flipped my pillow over, found the coldest spot, and fell deep asleep.
It wasn’t till Tuesday that I heard from him again, and I honestly thought it was to reschedule. He had to be in a town about an hour away for work for the next week anyways, and was hoping he could see me; my birthday present was the perfect excuse. My heart did a little flip flop, and I wanted to chicken out. Jake always scared me; he was the one I pushed away. The one that got to close, that made me feel too much, and I wasn’t ready then, certainly not now. But this was dinner, a nice wine, a little chit chat, maybe a kiss good night. No harm.
I lie to myself really good. Denial is all part of the game!
We decided to meet up at his hotel, so I could unwrap my gift there, and then we would decide where to go for dinner. I pulled up, reapplied my favorite dark red lipstick, and straightened the skirt over my wide hips and soft full belly. I made a dashing picture, all black, down to the heals, the only color, my lipstick and the bright red string of beads around my neck. My hair pulled up in a clip and my favorite silver hoops, I was dressed for myself as much as for him.
After a quick text to get the room number I hopped onto the elevator to find his suite. The closing doors and loud ping still had a way of making my nipples pucker, and I blushed as it opened and an elderly gentleman stepped in. I got out, and made my way down the nondescript hallway, taking a deep breath before knocking.
He opened the door and was standing behind it, “Come on in Kit” he greeted me in that same honey smooth voice. As I walked in the smile on my face died slowly and was replaced with awe.
He was completely naked. More so, he was incredibly aroused. His short dusty brown hair and bright blue eyes smiled at me as I surveyed his amazing body. He was four inches shorter than me because of my heals, but as he pushed me against the wall and kissed me, he felt like a giant. His strength and hardness was against me, kissing me, taking me. He slammed the door with a free hand and proceeded to pull me with him to the bed. My heels were left somewhere by the door, and as he pulled me, he ripped open the buttons to my top and began to kiss the soft mounds of flesh that rose above my bra, then cupped them in his hand to free them from their bondage.
I could only moan, only grab his shoulders, shaking with desire, nails digging into his bare shoulders. He kissed me again, then pushed me onto the bed roughly, then tore the rest of my shirt off, and pulled a knife from the side table. I froze, still panting with want, now paralyzed in fear, and shamefully, still excitement. He kissed my shoulder, running his hands down to pull up the body of my strapless bra. The cold metal touched my skin briefly, and as he cut me loses from the bindings his hips pumped over the top of me.
“Ohh, Jake,” I whimpered, “Please?” between pants, but he yanked my head back with a handful of hair, throwing my clip across the room and kissed me to silence my pleas. He reached around me and fondled my breasts, pinching each nipple and roughly pawing at my breasts. He bit my shoulder and roughly turned me over, then pinned my hands above me, ravaging my mouth, biting my lips and neck. Moaning I spread open for him and thrust my hips up in invitation. He would occasionally reward me with a few grinds from his engorged member but focused on tasting every inch of my massive body.
He thankful spared my favorite skirt, shimmying it over my belly and hips, kissing my stomach as he made it jiggle. He nipped my inner thigh and I reached for his chiseled frame. His bright eyes darkened, and he stopped to pin me again. Asserting his dominance over my body, kissing me fully as I moaned and writhed desperate for completion. He uttered a warning.
“Don’t move your hands again, or I will bind you my love.” I bit my lip and nodded complacently then he kissed me with a devilish grin. Twisting a nipple, almost painfully he watched me, kneeling over me hard, glistening with precum, and I moaned, licking my lips suggestively, but never moving my hands.
He came closer again, one hand touching my cheek softly, then intertwining in my hair, pulling me up. He fed me his cock with the other, wiping the precum all over my lips as my tongue darted out to lick it greedily. His head was so engorged it must have been painful at this point, and his low moan told me that I had not forgotten how to please him with my mouth. He pulled away panting, his hand yanking my head from its prize and I protested by darting my tongue out to lick it.
He laughed at me, pushing me back down and commanding me once again to be still, and then kissed his way down my belly to the black cherry panties I still possessed. He pulled the knife from the coverlet again and one by one, cut the laces that melded into the fat at my hips. His moan more a growl as he took the last lace away and yanked the useless material from my quivering body. His mouth kissed just above my aching wetness and my legs pushed up to greet him, whimpering and spreading open in unabashed need.
He bit the lip, then let his tongue slip inside the wet folds and I sobbed his name. Shaking as his powerful strokes centered on my clit. My arms physically hurt, I was holding onto the head board, my nails digging into the wood, trying desperately not to reach for him. He opened me up further, blowing softly on the sensitive lips and I moaned, wrapping my legs up around his shoulders.
One thick finger slid inside me, then another, making it almost uncomfortable with the tightness. Yet, slowly he moved in and out, licking and biting the outer lips as well, then found the rough patch just above my opening. Moaning, I began thrusting my hips into the soft rhythm he had created, and as he tapped I began to shake. My whole body quaking now, my legs threatening to close in of their own accord and suffocate him in the soft rolls of fat; suddenly I wanted to beg him to stop and in the same instant beg him for more. Then I came, hard and fast, without warning. His thumb pushed on my clit rubbing it concentrically trying to prolong me and I almost cried from the sheer force.
Before I could come off of the high, he yanked me to the end of the bed, and stood between my legs. He spanked my swollen lips with his cock head, teasing them and running up and down my lips wetting himself with my cum. Then he pulled my legs up to his shoulders and entered me, spearing me forcefully.
I moaned loudly and reached for him, unable to contain my desire any more. His body pressed down on my legs, pulling them up to my chest, and my hands intertwined with his as he rammed in and out of me. Sometimes he would stop, mid stroke, and slap me again with his cock, then pinching a nipple to keep it nice and hard, then he would continue pounding me, stroke after glorious stroke until I began moaning louder and louder, screaming and begging for more. “Harder,” I demanded and he complied.
“I, fuck, fuck, OH FUCK,” was the only thing I could say before my lips went to a little O and my body began thumping like an over bassed car. I shook violently, arching back, screaming his name. He with one final thrust pushed deep within me before moaning on single YES . I could physically feel his cock throbbing within me and I clinched around him, milking his amazing organ.
He pulled out, moaning softly, and then motioned for me to move to the head of the bed. The pillows were on the floor, the coverlet and sheet hanging on one side. He picked up a pillow and laid it down, then pulled the blanket up to cover me. He then bent, and kissed me tenderly before laying beside me in the bed. I just quietly cuddled in, and the last thing I remember before falling asleep was him whispering happy birthday as he kissed my forehead.
I woke up to find I was alone, and I bolted, wondering if he had gotten called in. “Jake?” I called out, and moments later he poked his head in from around the door and smiled. His glasses were perched on his nose. And I giggled, as that was all he had on.
I rose up out of bed and moved to his side, wrapping my arms around his shoulders giving him a sound kissing for surprising me so. He patted my ass, and asked me if I was ready to get something to eat. I felt the blood drain from my face.
“I can’t.” he just stared at me quizzically. “No, seriously, I don’t know how I am even going to get out of the hotel! Oh FUCK! Jake!!! My clothes!” He started laughing, so I punched him.
He just kissed me and walked to the table. “No, Jake, I am serious. I can’t wear my shirt like that. Do you have anything I can get home in? Are you even listening to me?”
“No.”
I stared at him for a moment, not sure exactly if I should strangle him, or just walk out with a sheet as dignified as I possibly could. He brought me a large bag, purple, with one teal bow and kissed me softly. I looked at him suspiciously. Then at the bag in my hands.
“Unless this is outfit in a bag, I am still kicking your ass.”
“Just open it already Kit.”
I sat cross legged on the couch in the main suite and peered inside. Like a child I quickly tossed the non essential tissue paper and pulled an elegant red shirt that made me gasp. I quickly checked the size, and then hugged it to me, beaming at him from across the room. He just smiled and motioned to keep going.
Next I found a pair of gray dress pants, followed by a matching set of peach under garments. I sat speechless, feeling like a little cartoon donkey would appear soon and start dancing around the room with my name on it. I jumped up and hugged him tightly. Then from around his back, he pulled one more thing.
I stared at him suspiciously, as he knew I didn’t like him going overboard, but before I could complain, he just put a finger to my lips. “ The clothes were last minute to take care of your birthday wish, this, is what I had originally picked up for you, and you will accept it and be gracious and keep that beautiful big mouth of yours shut.”
I bit my lip, but eyed him harshly as I opened the small package. On the inside of the paper was a plain white box, and inside a bit of tissue, as I lifted the tissue, I gasped loudly and brought my hand to my mouth. Breathless I slowly touched the sparkling glass then gently lifted it from its box.
“Ohh Jake, “ I muttered admiring the crystal in the light. It was a small turtle, barely an inch, the soft black eyes staring soulfully back and the crystal dancing in the light filtering from the fading sunset in a rainbow of beauty.
I smiled at him teary eyed, touched by his generosity and thoughtfulness, then hugged him tightly. “Thank you so much! I love this.”
He smiled. “I thought you might. Now, prissy, grab your shower and lets go I am famished.”
I nodded, not paying any mind to his ridiculous nickname for me, and gently placed Leo back into his box. Then kissed him once again beaming before running to shower.
That night we went to a local casino and dined on a buffet of delicacies they called around the world, and then he treated me to a random ride, just driving, his hand in mine getting lost. We didn’t speak of tomorrows, or what could be or might be, just enjoyed each other’s company. I laid in his arms that night, fighting sleep, knowing when I awoke the next morning he would be gone.
The note on the pillow simply said thank you, kisses to you and Leo, will call again soon.
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