Ritual [H.S]

22.

"You're like a bomb...
and I'll never be the same.
My heart just blown away,
in the middle of the day."

17th October 2021

Present Day

"Sugar dating is something that you build, a dating-like relationship where men spend money to gain women's company. The difference between sugaring and prostitution, is that it is a pure transaction- men spend money to buy sex- but sugaring usually lasts for some time, whereas prostitution is just a one-time thing. 

Sugar dating focuses on mutual benefit, i.e., both of the two parties can get what they want and need, whilst prostitution only involves sex and intimacy, and the very core of that practice is sex alone.

Sugar dating is based on respect and passion, and the sugar baby has independence in the relationship- prostitution is based on money; and prostitutes are a man's plaything."

I sighed quietly, hastily turning my phone off as the soft rays of the morning sun began to filter through the curtains slowly, casting yet another gentle warmth across the room. 

Slowly, after rubbing my eyes excessively, the room started to eventually come into focus a bit more, revealing a cosy bedroom that had our clothes scattered everywhere; along with the remnants of distasteful alcohol in my mouth and system. 

Granted I wasn't as drunk as Harry was, but I was tipsy enough.

Amidst all the chaos from last night, I lay frozen in my spot as Harry continued to lay beside me, completely sprawled out with his hair tousled messily across his forehead, his chest steadily breathing in and out as he slept peacefully. 

And then I remembered last night... what we did, how he made me feel, how he made me... come.

I couldn't help but think back to last night right here in his bed, how he murmured so deeply in my ear, his breathless hot pants as we hotly made out under his sheets. 

"Fuck, you're so wet for me aren't you? Can feel you runnin' down my thigh again...  Christ, I bet you taste like absolute heaven."

As Harry continued to sleep, I found myself staring at his chest, watching it rise and fall in a rhythmic dance of calmness. 

Considering what was going on inside my head, the gentle swell of his breaths created a soothing cadence, a silent calm lullaby that painted the serene picture of tranquillity- and complete with the sunlight spilling across his bare chest, I couldn't help but notice how it deliciously traced the contours of his muscles with a delicate touch.