I lay on the the king size bed in disheveled blankets after being pleasured beyond words by Mat's large, throbbing member deep inside me. He had left our bed several seconds ago after getting his rocks off. I lay there by myself.
By now I began to wonder why getting water from a pitcher always kept full in our refrigerator was taking so long. Walking out into the kitchen, I saw him sitting at the counter eating corn flakes.
"Having a little late night snack hon?"
"I get hungry banging your cute little ass."
I giggled.
He had been banging my ass almost every night for twelve years. For the last nine we had been cohabiting and sharing that same bed. For the first few months we had just been friends with privileges. He had been dating other men and so had I.
Drop dead fucking gorgeous came to mind the day I met him. I determined to make my move before anyone else did. That sunny morning at a pride parade he had been alone and watching from the side line wearing only a bright red speedo. The sight of his muscular body, contrasting my lean physique, had almost been enough to give me a raging hardon. Flirting got his attention.
He stood 5 foot ten with rippling muscles. Blond hair grew just to the bottom of his ears. I found his full lip to be very kissable. He looked at the world through pretty blue eyes. Sitting there naked at the kitchen counter he could not help but hold my attention.
We're very different people. Mat is athletic, homo masculine and plays hockey. I am homo fem. Anyone can see it in the way I carry myself and relate to people in my world.
