50 Shades of Stan🔥

Memories of you❤️‍🩹

Comedy was his life.But that shadow of sadness in his eyes,that I was the only one able to see.
My Clay.My half Italian love.

I warmed his bed when he felt alone,but those nights were special.A gaze of him at the bar or a phone call from the hotel room was enough for me to reach him "You set me free..from the darkness in my life",he always said.

He was alone,no family,spending most of the time by himself.But when he was on stage..that was the best Clay Apuzzo!So entertaining and funny that led you laughing to tears.His tormented soul blew off steam making out with me:in his room,he was lying in bed,a towel around his waist,legs opened wide just came out of shower,his long hair still wet and drops of water pearling the soft skin on his chest "come here baby,you know what I need".
And I did it,tasting him with my hands caressing his thighs.

He never let me finish my job: he stood up and led me in front of the window,I bent over hands holding a chair "let's enjoy the image of perfection.Two bodies dancing in perfect harmony",he said through the gasps sinking into me,keeping the pace with his hands on my hips.The soft light of the bedside lamp brightened the view of us through the dark night outside.Both sweating.Clay leant over me to kiss every inch of my spine enhancing my pleasure.
For those few hours he knew for sure how to make love to a woman,I was lucky.His last strong and deeper thrust ended up the game.

We spent the last hours talking till the morning light,or rather I listened to him wondering about the sense of life,his stream of consciousness captured me till exhaustion.When he was done with it,he turned over me "the best time of the day to crumple a bed.Carpe diem,bambina".

These were the memories of Clay I'll keep in my heart forever.
He passed away 3 years ago.
That freaking bus.
He lost himself in a bunch of seconds.

(Clay Apuzzo - I'm dying up here 🎥)