It was nice, he said.
We don't do nice, he said.
And yet, it was nice.
Who knew that nice could mean so much?
That nice could give him such a smile?
That nice could bring us oh so close?
I was his pet today.
And his sweet, cocksucking little girl.
But there was something more.
and under it all...
dare I say?
We felt like lovers.
Not two people in love.
I would never say that.
Although I do love him.
You know that - and he knows it, too.
But like lovers.
Hours and an orgasm later, I still feel so soft.
So cared for.
I feel his nakedness next to mine.
I see his smile.
And I hear the welcome ferocity of his voice as he declared:
"You belong to me."