When a hand lightly touched the small of my back, I felt the sheets glide down my body. It seemed as though the blood flowing through its veins was moving more quickly than the blood of a typical guy since it was so warm and hot.
I wouldn be shocked if this were true.
It was dark when I opened my eyes. When he came to see me, it was usually dark.
When he showed there, I had a moment like every other moment. An interval of reason. There was a time when my thoughts told me to close my eyes, speak out loud, and order him to go.
I knew he would, though, if I did. He remained silent. He would go with the same level of silence with which he had arrived.
And then hed never come back.
But that was the proper thing to do. That was a wise decision. The sensible thing to do.
And I was seriously considering it. I considered doing it every time.
Then I felt his weight on the bed, his body extending out next mine, he pulled me into him, I opened my lips to talk, and before I could even do the sensible thing, his mouth was on mine.
I didn think for the next two hours.
But I felt. I felt a lot.
And all I felt was good.
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When his shadow began to move into the room, it was still dark.
I was in bed, watching him as he moved. He remained silent. It was strange. There was stillness other than the rustle of clothing.
I could see he had manly elegance even as a shadow. men with strength and elegance. That was also strange. If there were such a thing, seeing my mysterious lover dress himself was like witnessing a fierce, masculine dance. Of course, when he came to visit, there wasn somewhere