****First story I’ve written in years, feedback is much appreciated. Particularly seeking tips on closing off the ending***
It’s mid-afternoon, in the middle of summer. Lying on my back, next to the sleeping man beside me, the air from the fan cascades over my face. Bodies relaxed and warm under the covers, we bask in the much-needed rest from the late night before. Looking over at the lover by my side, I watch the rise and fall of his chest beneath the covers. He’s fallen asleep, as he does with ease each time, an ability I’m both admirable and slightly envious of. I have dozed in the half hour or so we’ve been beneath the sheets, now in a state of blissful relaxation. I’m aware, awake, and increasingly aroused.
The itch of desire has lingered in the background most of the day, it’s claws now grasp me deep in this tranqued state. I revel in the familiar coil that undulates low in my abdomen. Warmth and arousal unfurls throughout my body and prime my imagination with impure fantasies.
Breathe. In and out. In and out. In and out.