A Trip to Neverland

To Love and Lust

My arms went around his neck, and I melted against him – opening to him. I felt like silk dragged across his fevered skin – smooth and calm and narcotic in my sensuality. Nothing in my life had ever equaled the feel of this man in my arms; nothing had prepared me for these sensations.

I held him to me as he lay down on my bed, his long from stretched out next to me. His body was warm, smelling of sage and dust and his own masculinity.

Slowly, his strong arm was encircling my waist. He pulled me against him and touched my lips with his. I could feel his hardness and his weariness. I embraced him, wanting him, pressing his body to mine. A warmth spread in my belly as his mouth moved with more urgency over mine.

“You’re good,” he whispered against my lips. His hands slid up beneath my clothing and stroked my smooth hip and belly and took my breast… pressing it until my body swelled with desire.

“Oh,” he groaned again. His voice was rasping, deep, hungry, and his mouth found my nipple and drew it into its damp warmth.

He then held my back as long as he could, moving slowly, taunting me until he knew we were both at the brink. Heat to heat, our bodies were reaching an upsurge, bending, meandering, falling…

An explosion of total peace and serenity overwhelmed us both. The true meaning of life, the love, and the utter wonder on both of our faces, hoping this night would never end.

I loved this man, although, I barely knew him. I didn’t know his name. I wanted to look at him until the sunrise, but I couldn’t. Then everything went dark.

***

The indistinct voices came from the other side of the wall didn’t wake me up, the heat of the sunlight through the window did.

I blinked a bit to make my sight clearer, and then roamed my eyes. But it wasn’t a good idea. I couldn’t find him. Maybe he’s… gone.

Tears gently started to fall from my eyes, but still I managed to paint a sly smile. I sat down on the hem of my bed. I could still feel his lips on my mind. I could also picture out the act of love we’d shared. I didn’t care if it was love or lust, they were inseparable anyway.

With the back of my hand, I wiped the tears. I should move on. That was the best thing to do.

But fate was a traitor; I found a letter on the small table beside my bed. I took a deep breath and opened it.

Robert,

I will miss you. I will miss every detail of you. I will miss your legs intertwined with mine.

P. S. After reading this, you’ll know why I had to leave. Why I can’t stay. Be happy, you deserve it.

Your friend,

Eros, God of Love

Wait, what? God of Love?