happy · Romance · Sexual


“You’re invited to my boudoir” I whispered.

He kissed my nose.

Left eye,

Right eye,


Then stilled.

He leaned in slowly,

Soft breath fanning my face and touched his lips on mine.

“What else do you need?”

“Show me.” I said.

Fingers caressed my skin,

Light touches,


He groaned with appreciation.

My scars didn’t deter his desire.

“You’re beautiful.”

he kissed the cut on my side, the long and angry one of my chest.

He was embracing the past that had moulded me into who I am today.

For the first time I didn’t flinch from the attention to those places.

Soft kisses,


He worshiped my body.


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