She Lay With Him...
A
boy, hardly a man, lay in his bed. Very near to him lay a goddess, at least to
the boy. Her arm draped over his being. She lay there, quiet and content. She
seemed to accept this situation far more than he. As she slept, his mind raced.
He was warm, accustomed to sleeping alone and chilled, this new situation was
very foreign. As he slowly brushed her hair with his fingers, he thought… “How
did this come to be? Does she matter so much to me? Will she always care for
me? Shall I become an item in her life? Something put aside, collecting dust in
her mind? Is she truly, deeply faithful? Will she love me always?”… One thing
was almost for certain. This moment would last until morning. He went on about
slowly, softly stroking her beautiful hair. She still lay very close to him,
arm draped over his being. She knows that this makes him feel very alpha. If
anything, this calmed his mind; even if only a little. She was unsure of many
things. But, she was sure of a few things. She lay with him in his bed, this
was no accident. She knew that this moment would last until morning. One last
thing was for sure… She loved him. Would this love last forever? Neither he nor
she knew this. They both shared the same certainty. She lay with him.
If you suffered through or even enjoyed it, comment and let me know.
If you suffered through or even enjoyed it, comment and let me know.
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