Erotica.
Excitement.
Expectations.
-- Luke
It is currently 2 am. Images of Chantal cross arond my head like a tornado. I texted her. She's probably asleep. I'm almost asleep when my phone buzzes. My first thought was some annoy girl wanting to hook up, but it was the complete opposite. Chantal. I grin as I text her back. Why was she up so late?
I am usually masturbating a this time. My body is practically begging me. I flirt with Chantal. I love calling her baby.
She said goonight. I'm almost sad to say it back, then I remember I woud see her in a couple of hours.
I lay in bed. My body is stiffening as I imagine all the things I would do to her.
"Fuck".
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Alphabet
Roman d'amourAfter sex, after coffee, after everything there is to be said -- The hovering and beautiful alphabet as we make form our first words after making love. And somehow I'm still alive. -- Unknown
