Bedtime stories thread

[Lulujayne]

I warned you. *points at Ghastly* He did fanfic too! *pout*

Yeah, but Velma didn't puke bile and splunk at the end of it

Not to worry, it's just my personal little turn-off I suppose.

[Kittyboymuffin]

Swordie, that story was hot!

Muffin want more!

[Xnapalmxmorningx]

Mr. Muffin...
I'd like it if you elaborated on your story.

[Halo299]

wow there is some good stuff here.

not many people know it, but i am a rather big fan of erotic fiction. http://www.bdsmlibrary.com is a great site for such works if that is your thing.

here is my contribution to the thread.


>>> Penance
A work of fiction by Halo

“Do it.” She says. A layer of sweat is causing her naked body to glisten in the dim lights.

Without another word I slid the needle through her clamped nipple. She holds her breath as she tried to compose herself, but her resolve shatters as I puncture the second nipple.

She screams despite her best efforts. Not a wild animal scream, more like a amplified grunt.

I leave the needles in as I turn my attention to her pussy. Her legs are wide open because of the way she is tied to the table.

I remove the giant dildo that I buried deep inside of her soon after she had been tied down.

It slides out easily, covered in her juices.

She is gasping for breath and trying to work her self through the pain she is feeling in various parts of her body. Her mouth is already open.

Her eyes widen in surprise as I shove the moist dildo into her mouth and down her throat. She almost gags.

“Clean that.” I tell her. And I return to my work on her cunt.

I notice that her inner thighs are still crisscrossed with marks, some of them still bleeding, from her earlier caning.

I tease her a bit with the needle nosed pliers. Using them to nip at her lips, or penetrate her ass hole, or bite her clit. She jumps every time the metal makes contact with her skin, I am sure the memory of what these tools can do is still vivid in her mind.

But I am just teasing her I have no intentions of hurting her much more.

Thinking that we are both in need of some much dissevered relief I undo my belt and begin to undress.

SMACK

I bring the belt down hard on her pussy. She screams with such ferocity that the dildo flies out of her mouth. She coughs for a few moments as tears run down her face.

She is still sobbing as I enter her.

At first I start of slowly and then increase the force of each thrust.

She is still crying as she starts to trust back.
In this way we continue for a number of passionate minutes.

Until I erupt inside of her. She presses herself against me as hard as she can to ensure that she takes every drop inside of her.

I slide out without ceremony.

She is still writhing in arousal.

I remove the needles from her nipples

I kiss her forehead as I undo her wrists, I figure she can undo her legs herself.

I place her favorite vibrator in her hand so that she can relieve herself.

“Thank you.” She says.

“You errand it.” I reply.

“Are we even yet?” She asked as she inserts the toy into her recently used cunt and begins to work it slowly in and out.

“Not yet.” I reply “You have a lot to work off remember. But you are doing fine.”

She sighs.

I kiss her once more and she shudders as the first orgasm courses through her.

“Clean up when you are done” I tell her.

She nods.

I shut the door behind me.

-halo

[Kittyboymuffin]

Mr. Muffin...
I'd like it if you elaborated on your story.

Which one? :3

[Drigovas]

Was just thinking, as I was tapping away at a future possible submission to this thread, that likely will eventually be finished, re-read, and then not submitted. A lot of the written work, especially true for the very well done stuff, has this strange ability to turn something that you normally wouldn't find attractive, into something attractive through the eyes of the characters of the story.

Was thinking back to a story ( can't remember the title) that involved cutting and vampirism. I'm VERY anti-blood when it comes to sex, but the way the story told it was convincing, and for that moment it was actually very attractive. Has anyone else experienced this? Being attracted to something in the moment of reading a story, or even watching a movie, that would normally not interest you in the least (or even gross you out normally).

Get the feeling that if pornographic movies adopted the form and structure, and the narration that is typical in some of the better written stuff, that it would be way more interesting.

Anyway, enough of my little side track, go back about your business

[Kittyboymuffin]

Hmm ... I noticed a peculiar effect like that when reading The Godfather (I still need to see the movie) ... I mean, criminals = bad, obviously, but reading it, the Corleone family was made out to be the good guys.

[BriHahn]

Oh hell yes; I can't tell you the number of times descriptions of anal sex in erotica, which when practiced on me I don't particularly enjoy, have turned me on.

Speaking of good sites to checkout: http://www.literotica.com has something to appeal to every taste, pretty much. Last I saw the site, it had categories for incest, BDSM, novellas, biracial, multiple partners, rape, sodomy.... the list goes on. I think there might even be a couple of tenacle rape stories tucked in one of the categories, but it's been so long since I've been on the site, I can't remember. The bookmark for it is on my computer, and I've been using my mother's computer to access the internet for the past nine months. Thank God I'm moving into my new apartment tomorrow and getting cable internet there.

If you enjoy fanfiction, adultfanfiction.net is a great source for all things to do with fanfic. I also know of several sites dedicated to one thing or another (like Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter) which contain erotic fanfiction dedicated specificially to that subject. If anyone's interested, let me know and as soon as I get my internet set up at my apartment I'll post a few links.

[Xnapalmxmorningx]

Mr. Muffin...
I'd like it if you elaborated on your story.

Which one? :3

The succubus one

[Linkara]

Bri, my three erotic stories are actually on Literotica. ^_~

[BriHahn]

*LOL* Knew it had to happen that I'd meet someone who published on that site; I loved it. What's your pen name on the site? I'll go check 'em out.

[Linkara]

Reuisu. Dunno if you'll like them or not, they were all created because I was inspired by a pic of a dickgirl Wonder Woman and dickgirl Power Girl DP-ing Supergirl. ^^;;

[Drigovas]

Reuisu. Dunno if you'll like them or not, they were all created because I was inspired by a pic of a dickgirl Wonder Woman and dickgirl Power Girl DP-ing Supergirl. ^^;;

Can think of no inspiration more pure.

[Kittyboymuffin]

The succubus one

Kay

[Kite-san]

bdsmlibrary has always irritated me... mostly because it's so damn hard to find anything that's oddball enough to be particularly interesting amongst the sea of cliches that isn't also a hefty dose of BAD END. (yes, i'll WRITE bad end quite readily, but i don't enjoy -reading- it, if that makes any sense. or even if it doesn't )

[WangyJohn]

Reuisu. Dunno if you'll like them or not, they were all created because I was inspired by a pic of a dickgirl Wonder Woman and dickgirl Power Girl DP-ing Supergirl. ^^;;

Best sentance ever.

[Kittyboymuffin]

Yeah ... I saw a Japanese porn once about this guy who kidnaps this woman with the intentions of enslaving her. She spends the entire movie whimpering and struggling against her bonds in terror, while he ties her up and dresses her up in different interesting ways and forces a dildo into her 90% of the time, and I enjoyed it right up to the moment where he's finally untied her and she's smiling at him like she's in love with him. (Stockholm Syndrome, or ridiculous cliche? You decide!)

[Drigovas]

Would have been funny if, at the end of it all when she is smiling at him and in love with him, he is just as surprised as the viewers [like you], and is just as disappointed. "Damnit you are supposed to be sad!, not.. what is that, is that a smile?! you love me?! you.. get the **** off me, stop hugging me, what the **** is your problem!".

[Ahridako]

Oh my Lord Ghastly... All i can say is, thank you. By the time i was finished shuttering, i realized that i had moved into a very strange and almost twisted position in my chair, and hadn't even stopped to realize it. That orange sweater always got to me...

[Drigovas]

Okay, I finally finished my story, so here goes. It's my first erotic story ever, and my first story ever published publicly of any kind. It's also likely the last of each, even though it obviously leaves room for a second part, which was originally planned. I'm not a writer, as will be obvious to anyone who reads this, but here goes nothing.

Okay, real quick, it's a male-male gay story, no domination, no bondage, which is only mentioned because most the other stories have that theme, and I know we've got plenty of lesbians and straight males here, so I don't expect a very wide readership. For that reason, feel free to skip it if you don't want to read it.

Anyway, before I chicken out and don't post it, here goes. *hopes people won't egg me*

I don't know if i should shrink it with 'size' tags to make it itty bitty, because it's pretty long, and I'm more than willing to do that if ghastly thinks it's ruining the page setup, or if anyone else thinks that for that matter. PM me and i'll shrink it on request. I don't mean to be the newbie who broke the forum

Tonight, like many nights, I spent talking into the later hours with my good friend Chris. Usually his girlfriend, Linda, would join us for these long running meetings, but at the moment she had obligations through her job that kept her busy and away from this little gathering. Others often also attend, but slowly disappear as the hours go on until, like tonight, it remains just Chris and I. A good portion of the night had been filled up with stories from Chris about his recent trip to spend time with Linda’s parents, which seemed to sound more like a reading of a script of a disastrous television sitcom than anything that could be real. Any who didn’t know them would have thought it was made up, but these stories aren’t so atypical when compared to many of the other stories the couple shared. Chris and Linda were an attractive couple, physically along with having a certain mischievous sense about them that made you think you could get into a lot of trouble with them, and they took risks and put themselves out there enough to make even dull events end up interesting.

“And it turns out that her parents were in the house the whole time.” He said, laying down on the couch that I was leaning against, finishing what was likely the last story of a needlessly eventful and humorous trip.

I laughed a bit and turned to look over at him “could have been worse, could have been like last time.”

“Yeah…” He sort of trailed off, and remained silent for a short while, with a concerned look on his face that seemed rather distant.

“You okay?” I said to him, resituating myself to face him in a less twisted position.

“Yeah,” He said, followed by another pause, and a deep breath that was held for several seconds “hey can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, what’s up.” I said, getting completely onto the couch with him.

“Well, I. Linda and I, we’ve been thinking for a while about trying something, something kind of different. We’ve been thinking of possibly trying, possibly inviting someone to join us.” He said hesitantly, as if he’d been anticipating, and not looking forward to saying this all night. “possibly getting someone to join us in bed.” He paused, seeing a curious look on my face. “And I was wondering if you…. had any advice.”

I thought for a moment, advice? What kind of advice could he possibly want from me, unless he means to invite another man, and he was interested also. I’ve always been openly bisexual around Chris, and he has always been unusually close to me compared to my other straight friends. “Advice about what?” I said, thinking that I was too hopeful that he was also interested in men.

“Well I’ve been thinking about finding a guy to join us, and you’ve had experience with both so..”

A flood of every fantasy I’ve ever had about Chris washed over me in a hurricane of twisted flesh covered in sweat and cum. I lost track of the moment completely, having dreamed about this as a possibility for the entire duration of time I’ve known Chris. I composed my thoughts abruptly, springing back to reality. “And you’re interested in this?” I said, after what turned out to be a rather obvious pause.

“Yeah. Linda is really interested too though.” He said, almost using his girlfriend as an excuse. “but.. yeah, I think it might be fun.”

“But are you interested, in another guy” I asked him, being a bit more forward, and specific.

“Well..” He hesitated. Chris laughed a little, and said sounding more confident “I don’t know why I’m avoiding this like this around you, I mean of anybody you’d understand, so.. Just yes, I’m interested in another guy. Honestly I’ve been wanting to explore this for some time, but you know, it’s not always so easy.”

I smiled. “If you want to and Linda wants to, then you totally should.”

He smiled slightly, looking me in the eyes with an almost longing look for nearly a minute, neither of us saying anything, then he got to his feet. “Well, it’s getting late..” He said, breaking himself away from what ever he was thinking, and starting to walk into the other room.

“You know”, I said, he immediately stopped, “If you wanted to ask something of me, you always can, you can ask anything. We’ve known each other long enough. You don’t need to hide from me.”

He froze, looking at me as I looked back up at him from the couch. He looked conflicted, as if drawn between what has been and what could be, and stood silent for a moment. “I’m going to go to bed… care to join me?” He said while he walked back over to where I was sitting, extending a hand as to help me up.

I smiled, said nothing, took his hand and got to my feet, and followed him to his bedroom at the end of a short hall. He sat on the side of his bed, and I sat right next to him, and asked him if he was sure about this.

“Actually I’d been thinking about this for quite a while now, this exactly.” He said.

“So have I.” I said, and leaned over and kissed him slowly, repositioning myself to sit with my back to the edge of the bed, straddling his legs. He leaned back slightly, supporting himself with his arms behind him, not breaking the kiss, as I felt his chest through his shirt, and swept my hands around him to hold his back, pulling him to me. His hands left the bed and squeezed between the two of us, as he started to unbutton his shirt. I broke the kiss, and let go of him, moving my hands to his, pulling them away from what they were doing. “I’ll handle that.” I said, pushing his hands back to the bed, and moved to the bottom button. He smiled a bit and watched me as I moved from button to button, working my way up.

“Ah, how about this.” He said, then gripped one side of his shirt and pulled hard, sending the last 4 buttons flying around the room. “Now then.” He said as I giggled a bit at the display, and reached under his arms up to his shoulders to pull the shirt down.

A twinge of guilt struck me just then and I froze. “Linda, what about Linda.” I said, I had no intention of allowing him to do something he’s regret, no matter how I wanted it.

“She knows, I mentioned this, and she knows that I planned on possibly getting you into bed tonight. She’s supportive of it, encouraging of this.” He said. I was relieved. Suddenly he grabbed me, held on tight, and spun so that I was laying on my back with my legs hanging off the bed’s edge and he was on top of me, “Now where were we.” He said, throwing his shirt across the room, and sliding his hands under mine, quickly pulling it up to lift over my head. I moved my arms to make it easy for him, but he didn’t pull it all the way up, instead pulling it inside out up to my elbows, covering my face, and pinned me there. “Nice rings.” He said quietly, referencing my pierced nipples with emerald hoops through each of them. He held my shirt pinned with his left hand and felt along my side with his right. I felt the tip of his tongue trace a line from the center of my chest to my left nipple, where he pinched it softly between his lips and tugged at it, flicking the ring there around with his tongue. He encircled it with his lips, sucked hard on it, and pulled away until a soft popping noise was heard as my nipple snapped back to me.

Chris removed his hand from where it had pinned my shirt above my head and moved to run his hands from my chest down my firm stomach, leaving me to finally get rid of the shirt completely to find him tugging at my pants. He had a smile on his face as he undid the button, then as he felt the outline of the bulge that he had inspired with one hand, he proceeded to pull the zipper down with the other. He got off me, and I arched my body to allow him to pull my pants down. Chris already had one hand on my cock and the other feeling around where I had removed my public hair by the time my pants ruffled completely to my feet. “And shaven too.” He said.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” Chris said, as he pulled me to the edge of the bed and crouched down in front of me. He just stared at my erection standing in front of him, and slowly felt around the base and up the shaft, back down to the base with a light touch, when he leaned forward and gave the head a gentle kiss. When he moved away, a cord of precum connected his lips to the tip of my cock, but he paid no attention to it, moving back to trace the vein down the side with the tip of his tongue to the base, while he held the head gently in his left hand. He then licked up the under side, all the way up to the tip, and quickly engulfed the head in his mouth, moving slowly down toward the base, sucking hard, drawing back occasionally only to slowly force my cock deeper into him. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, letting out a few barely audible groans as my breathing grew deeper, loosing myself in the sensation of Chris’s head slowly bouncing in my lap. I reached down with one hand to run my fingers through his hair, following his head as he slowly picked up pace as I relaxed into listening to the sounds of sucking coming from his throat. Suddenly and quickly he pulled completely off, and by the time I’d positioned myself to see what was the matter he was half way across the room.

“Something wrong?” I asked, a bit disappointed. By the time I’d asked him he had made it to a dresser and was digging through the top drawer.

“Nothing wrong at all.” Chris said, pulling out a plastic semi-clear bottle and throwing it to me, followed shortly by him pulling a strip of condoms from the same drawer. “But I want you, now.” He said obviously seeing my smile as he began walking back to me, ripping one of the little packages open, pulling out the little rolled up disk, and dropping the rest of them to the floor. The bottle he had thrown me was lubricant, nearly completely full. I set it on the bed and jumped up to take the condom from him before he could put it on.

“Allow me.” I said, snatching it from him, kneeling down and sitting back with my back pressed against the side of the bed, now with him standing right in front of me. I quickly unbutton his pants and let them fall to the ground, and hold his cock to his abdomen and gently flicked his balls with my tongue as he steps out of his pants and kicks them behind him. I lick up along the bottom slowly, followed by slow circles around the head moving closer to the tip. I backed away and put the condom up against my lips and held it there by sucking on it slightly, moving back to the tip again, and reached my hands around to hold his ass, pushing him into me so I could roll the condom on with my lips in short strokes, until my nose was pressed against his pelvis. I moved back to inspect my job and smiled up at him as I reached behind me on the bed to grab the bottle. It shined as it went on, as I squirt a thick line of the translucent liquid along his length with one hand and began rubbing it around the circumference with the other. The lubricant began dripping down in thin strands due to its abundance. I removed my hand and squirt a pool of the lubricant into the hand that was already soaked in it, set the bottle on the bed behind me and set back to work with the dry hand rubbing the lubricant down his shaft and coating his balls in it, manipulating them in my palm. The hand with the pool went down between my legs to prepare myself to take him into me. A subtle squishing sound was heard from beneath me as I pushed my palm over my hole and the excess oil dripped to the floor.

I stood up, turned around and climbed onto the bed, leaving him room to get on behind me, which he promptly did. Chris put his left hand on my hip and ran his right hand over my ass slowly, gentle kneading it as he went. I looked back at him, and he looked straight into my eyes, not even looking at what he hands were doing. He used a single finger to trace small circles around my entrance, and then slowly pushed it into me, obviously noticing the sound of the deep exhale he had encouraged. He withdrew it completely, and traced some more circles with his thumb. He then let go of my hip, and looked down to focus on his own actions as he moved his cock to enter me. I leaned forward slightly, resting my shoulders and face against the bed, arching my back, and reaching behind me to spread myself for him. He put his left hand on mine, and started to push into me until he had only the very tip of the head was only partially through, only enough to keep his cock in place. He leaned forward over me, hovering over me completely, grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me slowly to him. Sounds of subtle pleasure escaped me as he slowly forced himself into me, until his body was pressed to mine, and there he stayed. I let go with both my hands that had held myself in a more accessible position, and pushed myself up so that I was standing upright on my knees, him still buried deep within me. He reaches his right arm around my abdomen, and the left under my arm and up to my neck holding me gently against him, as he kisses the side of my neck. I lean my head back over his shoulder, but keep my body stable as he slowly starts to rock back and forth.

Waves of pleasure wash over me as I can feel his cock slide through my body in a steady paced rhythm, and feel his heart beating against my back. I reach around to put my hands on his ass, pulling him into me harder on his thrusts. I can hear his soft moans, but only barely as they are muffled by his kissing my neck, and swamped out by my own. He nibbled my ear slightly, then tightened his grip around my abdomen and moved the hand holding my neck around to my back, pushing me over into the bed. I pulled my hands away so that I could catch myself, and he immediately picked up his pace with one hand on my hip and the other planted in the center of my back, holding me in position. He pulled me hard down on his cock quickly as I turned back to look at him again. As I turned, the hand on my back slid upward, extending his fingers across my face, extending one into my mouth. I accepted it gratefully, and began running my tongue along his finger, and held it firmly with my lips until he pulled it back away from me.

He lifted my right thigh up, hooking his right arm under it, and used it to pull me back on him even more aggressively, impaling me hard on him repeatedly with loud slapping sounds. I watched him, looking into his eyes as he looked into mine, as he grunted softly, and small beads of sweat began to roll down his chest. I twisted myself upward to meet him as he pulled my right thigh higher, almost turning me on my back. I struggled to keep myself in position so that he didn’t have to pause, but managed to hang my right calf over his left side, and he leaned down as I rose to meet him. He held my thigh with his left arm, and hooked his right hand around my neck, pulling my face near his own.

“I’m.. I…”I struggled to talk as I bounced against him, his thrusts becoming more harsh. “I can’t…. can’t last.” I managed, and with that he let my head go, and grasped the head of my cock with his right hand, holding my leg firmly up against his chest.

“I’m close.” Chris said, but no sooner had he said that, that I felt a debilitating wave of pleasure wash over me, and I could no longer hold the difficult position and fell to the bed, shooting cum into his clenched hand. He didn’t stop, he followed me to the bed and continued to push into me, cum seeping between his fingers. I could hardly see, with colors dancing over my eyes, and could not hear, but I could feel him continue, I could feel his body become unstable, I could feel him roll me over on my back, and continue to use my leg that he held a grip on as leverage, thrusting himself into me, I could feel his hand loose it’s grip on the tip of my cock, and push down on my stomach with a slick warm feeling. I could feel him shudder. I couldn’t see him, I could hardly hear him over the ringing in my ears, but I could feel his body shake against mine, and I could feel him fall on top of me. He lay there, breathing heavily, his heart pounding, laying on top of me as my senses returned. He felt like fire, slick wet heavy heat, still occasionally twitching.

Then he lay still, still breathing heavily, and I put my arms around him.

“That was fantastic.” He said, catching his breath.

“Yes it was” I said, “You sure you haven’t done this before?” I asked jokingly. He laughed hoarsely, still catching his breath.

We lay together for some time, regaining our senses, regaining our strength, my arms and legs wrapped around him, and his up against me, before we bothered to even move or speak again. The twisted together flesh, beaded with cum and sweat, that I’d dreamed of so many times.

He came to his senses, and murmured to me as he untangled himself “Would you like me to clean you up?”

I was exhausted, but sat up anyway, sitting on the edge of the bed and put my arms around him where he was standing. “Sounds like a great idea.” I said quietly, still tired from recent activities. He pulled me up and turned to walk into the attached bathroom. As I watched him walk away, I couldn’t help but follow him.

We got into the bathroom, and Chris promptly turned the water on so that it can warm up, and leaned in to kiss me again while it did. We stood there leaned up against the glass door of the shower, naked together, in each other’s arms kissing until steam just barely began to fill the room. We stepped into the small space of the shower together and closed the glass door behind us. He turned to me after taking a bottle of body wash and a white sponge off the wall. Water was running down my body as he poured the cold, blue liquid on my shoulders and leaned up against me with a hand holding the sponge between us, pushing me to the back wall out of the waters stream. He backed away slightly to give himself room to work, and as he began to slowly rub the mass of bubbles over my chest, I took the bottle from him and filled a hand with the liquid so that I could do the same to him. He leaned into me again as his hands washed over my arms, pulling me slightly to him as he moved his lips to mine. His firm grip was only temporary though, as he held himself close to me as he began to reach around me to rub over my back thoroughly. My hands had wandered to his back also, and my fingers traced softly along the ridges of his shoulder blades, moving down along his spine in a broad stroke.

His hands traveled gently lower down my back until they reached my ass, which he firmly grabbed as he pulled me into him, his fingers meeting in the middle as he gripped each cheek separately. I could feel his erection standing upright, pressing into me right next to my own, both fully formed now. I lifted one leg up and planted my foot against the wall opposite the one I was leaning against, and he backed away slightly to spread the lather along the length of my leg, from where it met the wall back up to my body, and proceeded to do the same with the other. I knelt down then, down in front of his soapy cock, and move him to the side to allow the water stream to clear the suds from my view.

I licked it slowly from bottom to top, then put my lips over its head. In one motion I reached up along the backs of his legs, grabbed his ass, and pulled him to me, forcing half of his length to disappear into my mouth. I sealed my lips tightly around him, and began a slow pace, moving my head back and forth, with each stroke taking a little more into my mouth. I adjusted to his size, and once I was accommodating the entire length, began to quicken my pace, and allowed a hand to wander down below to manipulate his balls, occasionally gently dragging my nails over them. Above me he had washed his face, and had turned his attention to watching me work, running his fingers through my hair, but not forcing me down on him. My pace quickened, and I could feel the head of his cock expanding in my mouth as I sucked as hard as I could, and would give him no reprieve from my actions. He was starting to grunt softly above me and thrust gently to meet my movement.

It wasn’t long now I thought, having been keeping this aggressive pace for several minutes, whipping him with my tongue as I sucked on him hard. I felt his thighs shake, and heard him moan once loudly above me as he exploded into my mouth. I continued through his entire orgasm, relentlessly sucking everything out of him that he would provide me. I slowed only as he was obviously spent, and opened my mouth, backing away, leaving cords of cum leading from inside my mouth, tangling around his cock, linking us. I let him see this only for a moment before leaning forward again and engulfing him once more completely, sucking hard again as he quivered due to the sensitivity, slowly removing myself from around him, leaving him clean. One exaggerated swallow later and I looked up at him with a smile on my face, to see him looking down on me with a similar expression, before kneeling down to kiss me fully.

We left the shower, dried off, and didn’t bother getting dressed. He laid on his bed on his back and asked if I’d like to stay the night.

“Of course.” I said “But I’m exhausted.” I said, crawling into bed to meet him, laying at his side with my head on his chest, and draping one arm and leg over him.

“So am I.” He responded, holding me to him. “Would you be interested in joining Linda and I in the future?”

“I could think of no better way to spend a weekend.” I responded with a smile, and we lay silent, holding each other. I listened to his heart beat as I drifted off to sleep, the rhythm of it calming me after a night of excess.