That Thing Between Us

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We had this understanding, her and I. Any time, no strings, just sex. She’d text needy and wait.

Mostly it was straight to Fuck Me! naked. Occasionally, it was a dream scene fantasy or a dark-of-the-soul window opened. Whatever the play, we always climaxed with toe-curling, pussy-exhausting sex. We knew each other’s bodies and desires like our own.

Passions quenched, we’d part. A kiss and a hug and until next time.

Then she found Prince Charming. Nice guy. They had a son. I adopted a cat.

It came today, two years after our last goodbye:

needy

I never lost faith.

Published 3 years ago

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