Prompt: Gently | Genre: Erotica | Word count: 300 words
Warning: Contains sexually explicit content and a few cuss words
“No no... not so hard”, she pleaded.
He stopped mid-stroke, unsure.
“Do it real slow, gentle.”
He resumed, this time more slowly. He cupped her breasts,
massaged them, the way she liked it.
“Hmmmm....”, she moaned.
He eased himself on top of her, bracing himself on his arms
to not let her feel his full weight. She hugged him tight, pulled him closer.
She reached up to lick his ear, the way he liked it.
He moaned this time and dipped his head so he could kiss her
neck, lick it, bite it. She clutched his hair, even as she arched up to press
herself against his lips. His strokes got faster. She hung on, her nails
driving deep at his back.
He brought her to the peak while collapsing on top of her.
Later, as she lay there, with her head pillowed on his
shoulder and his arm holding her close, he asked, “Have you thought about the
future?”
She raised her hand to frown at him, “Future?”
He smiled at her, “Yes, future.”
“Go to sleep, Mark”, she plopped back on his shoulder.
“Hey! I’m serious!”
She sighed, “You’re not letting this go?”
“Why should I? I really want...”
She sat up, got off the bed, and picked up her clothes.
“Where the hell are you going?”, he sprang up.
She swung back, “Who the fuck are you to ask me that?”
“Baby please!”
“Don’t baby me!! I let you believe your little lies. That
doesn’t mean we have a thing.”
He went still, his eyes wide.
For a while they stood there, until she sighed again, “I’m a
transgender sex worker. I have no future.”
He walked toward her, took her hand in his, and said, “I
disagree. I want to marry you, if you’ll have me.”
*Disclaimer: I don't believe a man marrying a woman is what gives her a future. But it's a future she wanted with this particular man but didn't dare hope for.
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