So pretty
He’s so pretty,
Pretty dark eyes and hair with that ugly cut smile. His scar looks painful, feels rough and ugly under my lips. His hands are smooth, not a day of hard work has passed them. Spoiled prince. Sweet prince.
“Sera”, he opens his pretty sweet mouth. He talks to much, you let him talk to much. I take off my jacket and throw it on the floor, joining my boots and pants.
“You’re”, he says from where is laying prone beneath me, “Crushing me.”
I raise up on my knees, still straddling his chest.
He has soft warm skin. I want to see more of it, I want to touch more of it. Even his flat undefined form down to his small but useful cock.
The tie slips off easily the buttons even more so. He smells like laundry soap.
“Fuck, love”, he says, “sorry, your hands are so cold”
My hands leave his soft skin and I lean down to kiss him
again. I like kissing him, he keeps up. Not like Helios. . . Helios doesn’t
like to kiss. Helios loves Helios. Helios only takes. Helios doesn’t give. I
liked that… I used to like that. Helios always wants to prove he’s stronger. .
.he’s not. He looks it thought
Helios looks good. Helios is handsome. Helios sees you for who you really are. Helios challenges you. Helios wants you and you want him.
Wanted him
Want him.
We kiss. The Prince kisses me. He doesn’t even properly touch me and I’m aroused.
That’s because you killed a man tonight.
No.
You just like pretty boys
I just like pretty
Play with him
Ties he hands. . . wouldn’t this be nice to do to Helios ? To have him beneath me ? Enjoy his body and prowess without his insatiable. Without his constant need. His constant talking, his constant gloating, his constant orders, he constant demands, his constant need to show off, make sure every man knew what, when how and where he was fucking you.
“Sera, are you sure about this what if—“
“Shhhh”
He’s silent. He follows orders. I like that. My pussy likes that even more. He cranes his up neck for a kiss and I oblige, his mouth always feels fine at first, a little warm a little steam. . . a pleasant heat.
I pull away, taking in his pretty face. I move up his body until my knees on either side of his face, until his pretty mouth can kiss the inside of my thigh, up to the joint. I don’t like this with men, but he looks eager.
“Come here”, he whispers
That voice. Sweet spoiled delicate voice.
I move a little closer, until his lips and tongue pushing aside my panties. If he has a problem with what he sees he doesn’t let it show, he’s simply efficient. And pretty and sweet and strong and noble and ethical and fun and curious and
In love with you.
He said
“I trust her because I love her”
And then
“ . .I think I have for a very long time.”,
I close my eyes. I can’t curse or-Fuck, oh fuck---
or scream.
We are far from alone. He pulls his lips away and I just feel his tongue. He fucks like nervous young ma, this he had clearly done before. He smiles when I come and I almost lose my balance the look of satisfaction on his face makes me want to fuck him senseless.
So I do.
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“…I’ll.. . fine”
It’s pitch black. I expect to feel rain. To smell sulfur. Damn nightmare
Where are you ?
Where am--
“I’ll be fine”
The Prince is asleep, his wrist still tied over his head, his frail form twist slightly in his tight red boxers. His bed is so big and comfortable. I liked sharing a bed with a man.
This man
The Prince
Prince
Paris
Paris and Seraphina
Seraphina and Paris
“The creature”, he says in his sleep, “it will eat us.”
What’s this ?
He’s. . . sweating.
Like you—like me.
He’s. . . dreaming
He’s dreaming your nightmare
What is this ?
I don’t want to think
What is this ?
I don’t want to think about this
I don’t want to think about this . I want to lay in bed with him until dawn. Why do I want that?
He starts screaming while I get dressed then abruptly stops.
It’s okay
It’s just a dream.
The door to his office is open and I see something familiar. A shelf of blue hardbacked journals. The ones Hmjeu used to write in while he made me do pushups.
You need to be stronger, he would say. You need to be better.
The journals smell like you. They feel like you.
I want them. I want them all.
I want you.
The feel good in my hands, so I read one and another until I’ve forgotten about the dream entierly