Going Good With Ben
It is going well with Ben. We are natural lovers.
Lovers is a funny word, it is supposed to mean people who are in love with each other, but what it really means is people who love each other physically.
I love everything about Ben, there is nothing I don’t like. There is no part of him, inside, or out, that I haven’t touched.
Nick says it is still the honeymoon period. Whatever, it feels good.
But, maybe not going so well with Ben’s mother. She seems to have been giving me the cold shoulder for the longest time. She talks to me in a clipped kind of way, as though she is seething just below the surface, but managing to keep a calm demeanour none the less. I just agreed with her, whatever she says, and she never escalates. She even turns her back on me, literally, in conversations.
She doesn't seem to like me, although she’d deny it.
I simply amuse myself with what I am doing to her golden haired boy. When she is being particularly insensitive, I just think about kissing his face, how sweet his lips taste, how nice he is to touch and lick and touch. Funny, one afternoon when she was talking to everyone but me, I was remembering the silky smooth, saliva covered silky texture of his hardon in my mouth, when I heard,
“Josh, Josh, Josh?”
I snapped out of it to see Diedre staring straight at me. I glanced at Ben, who was also gazing at me. Smiled. Then I looked back to Diedre, looked her in the eyes, and couldn’t help but smile. Cheekily. I swear she knew exactly what I was thinking. Her eyes nearly exploded out of her head.
“Yes, Diedre?”
Lovers is a funny word, it is supposed to mean people who are in love with each other, but what it really means is people who love each other physically.
I love everything about Ben, there is nothing I don’t like. There is no part of him, inside, or out, that I haven’t touched.
Nick says it is still the honeymoon period. Whatever, it feels good.
But, maybe not going so well with Ben’s mother. She seems to have been giving me the cold shoulder for the longest time. She talks to me in a clipped kind of way, as though she is seething just below the surface, but managing to keep a calm demeanour none the less. I just agreed with her, whatever she says, and she never escalates. She even turns her back on me, literally, in conversations.
She doesn't seem to like me, although she’d deny it.
I simply amuse myself with what I am doing to her golden haired boy. When she is being particularly insensitive, I just think about kissing his face, how sweet his lips taste, how nice he is to touch and lick and touch. Funny, one afternoon when she was talking to everyone but me, I was remembering the silky smooth, saliva covered silky texture of his hardon in my mouth, when I heard,
“Josh, Josh, Josh?”
I snapped out of it to see Diedre staring straight at me. I glanced at Ben, who was also gazing at me. Smiled. Then I looked back to Diedre, looked her in the eyes, and couldn’t help but smile. Cheekily. I swear she knew exactly what I was thinking. Her eyes nearly exploded out of her head.
“Yes, Diedre?”
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