Sequel: I'll Never Look Back. ›
Ouch. I Think I Love You.
Don't Leave Me.
I thought my week would never end.
But here he is, my angel, returning from, well, Austria, to save me from my misery!
I open the door, to be face-to-face, again, with that perfect face. Painted with a small half-smile.
"Come in, honey, you're a sight for sore eyes."
"I'm glad to be back."
He twirls me around then, and starts dancing with me again, like my birthday party. Unfortunately, my pesky brother is here.
"Eww. I'm out of here. I'll be at Zeke's OK?" OK, no pesky brother, no parents, no friends.
He pushes me against the wall, and our mouths find each other immediately. I gasp in pleasure as he bites my neck drawing blood. I already mentioned the fetish, right?
Between gasping for breath, I tell him to let me go for a minute. Oh, he looks so hurt.
"Don't worry I'm just going to change my clothers, OK?"
He smiles.
****
If return sex is that good, I want to know what make-up sex is like! That was a good Valentine's present, I think.
"Alex?"
"Mm?"
"Don't leave me. Please?" He looks at me disbelievingly, as if to ask how I could consider such a thing.
"Of course I won't, I promise."
"OK."
"Alex?"
"Mm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
But here he is, my angel, returning from, well, Austria, to save me from my misery!
I open the door, to be face-to-face, again, with that perfect face. Painted with a small half-smile.
"Come in, honey, you're a sight for sore eyes."
"I'm glad to be back."
He twirls me around then, and starts dancing with me again, like my birthday party. Unfortunately, my pesky brother is here.
"Eww. I'm out of here. I'll be at Zeke's OK?" OK, no pesky brother, no parents, no friends.
He pushes me against the wall, and our mouths find each other immediately. I gasp in pleasure as he bites my neck drawing blood. I already mentioned the fetish, right?
Between gasping for breath, I tell him to let me go for a minute. Oh, he looks so hurt.
"Don't worry I'm just going to change my clothers, OK?"
He smiles.
****
If return sex is that good, I want to know what make-up sex is like! That was a good Valentine's present, I think.
"Alex?"
"Mm?"
"Don't leave me. Please?" He looks at me disbelievingly, as if to ask how I could consider such a thing.
"Of course I won't, I promise."
"OK."
"Alex?"
"Mm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."