My eyes fluttered on the bed, and I stared up at the ceiling. It happened. The man called Aaron finally gave in to his desires and fucked my brains out. It was surreal, and it was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had, as far as sex is concerned. He knew his way in the bed, and that alone was a blessing in disguise, and being the decent human being made it even better. He was a ten, and never in my wildest dream did I think I would ever cross paths with someone like him.
I will not forget about him for a long time.
Monday was still far away, but Aaron wasn’t.
I pulled myself up from the bed to sit down and glance at the gorgeous man sleeping beside me. Sure, I didn’t love him, and he didn’t love me, but to an extent, I felt such a stronger connection with him than I ever felt with another person. Perhaps I was crazy, or I was thinking too much.
He felt safe. That alone made me feel comfortable enough to trust my body and mind to him, and I haven’t regretted doing that yet.
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