EVER AFTER

by Mik

The sex is great.

He's young, he's energetic, he's inventive.

But there's something more, something that keeps bringing me back to his bed, despite all the dangers of doing so.

After. When our hearts stop pounding, when we stop breathing like buffaloes.

He kisses me gently, slides an arm around my chest, presses his cheek to my shoulder. Murmurs softly, "Thank you, Walter."

He sounds so sincere, so damn grateful, as if I've given him some great gift. All I gave him was me. "Oh, you're welcome," I'll tell him, holding him close. You're always welcome with me.

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