Hi, this is the second story I’ve posted.
If you’ve read the first one, you’ll find this one to be quite different. I like to experiment with new styles, and new ideas.
I would like to thank a particular redditor (you know who you are) for inspiring me to write this one, and for all the positive feedback!
Of course, if you have any feedback, or comments, please let me know! I would love to hear what you think.
With that said, enjoy the story!
You lay in bed, using the covers to keep you warm from the cold of the night. You’re not alone though, you are held by the strong, comforting hands of the man you love, your bodies pressed against each other. You take comfort in the feeling of being with someone, feeling their warmth, their breathing, their pulse.
You can feel him pressed against you, and you know what he desires, and that he won’t be satisfied until he gets it. You don’t mind giving him what he wants either, because you want it as well.