This is a really personal story I decided to share here. I attempted to do something different than most posts you can read here. Please let me know what you think.
When I was in highschool, I was together with the daughter of my religion teacher. She lived in a very remote house somewhere in the mountains. I did not really like going to her place. It was extremely difficult to get there and the whole family was very religious. In general the house had somewhat of a weird vibe. It was full of crucifixes and spiritual symbols.
In early spring I would spend a weekend up there. She lived in the attic story, in a very big, white room with large windows. The view from her bedroom was stunning, you could see over the whole valley and over the snow-covered mountain range on the other side.
On Sunday morning, the sun was shining into the room and we were both slowly waking up. I cannot put the comfort of waking up with the person you love into words. Everything was so white and being still half asleep, I felt like in a dream state. She started to gently kiss me while patting my hips and thighs. The kissing got more and more vivid up to the point where she abruptly stopped, came very close to my face whilst her big blue eyes looked deep into mine and she asked me with a hushed voice: