the morning curtains;

by Matthew Burgos

You ran your tongue over the space between my breasts. I held on to your hair as you licked the lush peaks of my body. My knees buckled and I rounded my legs around your hips. Your arousal dipped into my slick wet lips below. My teeth trembled as I repressed a gratifying shout.

All covered in sweat, our bodies kissed as we exploded. Our lips never touched, but it was all fine. You rolled to you side and I let the sweet sleep lulled me in its darkness.

I rubbed my eyes the moment I felt the heat of the sun caressed my thighs. I sat on the bed and stretched my body, liking the soreness I felt. I looked over the empty space beside me.

On the bedside table, you left a note and a string of cash. “Thanks last night, Jen. Call me.” I was Jen last night and Raven today.

I grabbed my phone to send you a warm message, or just so your wife could read it, but I stared on the blank space of the message box.

I forgot your name.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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