I come awake with the sensation of your hard cock pressing desperately against my cunt, trying to enter me. You run your hands over my skin and I let you slide into my body.
Kissing me in the living room. Watching me cook. Endless chat and comfortable togetherness. It feels like a holiday. Walking on the beach. Driving in my car. You build some flatpack furniture for me. Just to be manly and helpful in an old school way. I watch you easily form the wood together in your hands. You talk to me about how you use to build boats before that stopped and you started something else. About Liguria. Your grandmother. Loss. The ghosts of women that haunt your head. I listen to you because I like you. Even though I don’t always like the content.
We fuck in my clean white bed. I suck your cock. You eat me and touch me. We fuck like a couple. Easy... romantic... I sigh when you leave...
