large plasma screen hanging on the chimney breast, she can’t wipe the
grin off her face even though she doesn’t look at me. It’s Gladiator.
“Have you seen it?”
Taking a handful of sweet popcorn from the bucket
on the table, she pops some in her mouth.
“Yes but not for a while so I’d say it’s
another excellent choice, Beth.”
Her last movie choice was Pineapple Express and it was a great night. Admittedly, that was mostly down to snacking on her sweet
pussy, not popcorn.
“Glad you think so, it’s become a favourite of
mine lately.”
Unfortunately, I’ve no choice but to sit
upright on my large sofa, somewhat limiting me. Beth can’t seem to get
comfortable and fidgets every five minutes readjusting her position. Halfway
through the movie, she tucks her feet up underneath her. I put a small cushion
on my lap and gesture for her to lie down.
Once she’s laying with her head on my lap, I
have perfect access to brush her soft long hair back off her shoulders and
stroke her smooth neck. I smooth my hand up and down her spine hypnotically.
It’s not even sexual—it could easily become sexual in a heartbeat—but I marvel
at how satisfying it is to simply be in her company.
To feel her beneath my touch. Having her near
me makes me breathe easy, knowing she’s safe—even though she’s not mine. I drag
my fingers along her thigh, up over the curve of her hip, appreciating the dips
and peaks of her beautiful body at every angle.
“Mmm… Stop. You’re distracting me from
Russell.”
I curl my hand around her hip and let it come
to rest on her slender waist, gliding my fingers to rest just beneath the
waistband of her skinny bootcut trousers where her blouse is tucked in.
“Here’s me thinking I was the only gladiator in
your life.”
I see her cheeks rise so I know she’s smiling
but she doesn’t respond. She takes my hand and instead of holding it, she moves
it back behind her, indicating for me to ignore her request to stop.
For the rest of the movie she doesn’t fidget
once. Content under my caress, where she belongs. I stare at the screen trying
to pay attention but my head’s elsewhere. The resounding acknowledgement being
that this—Beth and I, relaxing in my home—feels right, it’s what I want. I
can’t explain it but with Bethany I’m able to switch off from everything else.
She makes it okay to block out the world and focus on the moment.
I’ve spent my entire life distracting myself with
surpassing my goals, that I’ve ignorantly sacrificed the journey. Just like how
Beth summarised her last relationship, saying she was so determined to achieve
her ‘happily ever after’ that she didn’t realise all the sacrifices she’d made
along with way.
I’ve never wanted, and therefore never deserved,
to be in a loving relationship with somebody. I wrote that idea off from the
get go and have never looked back... Until now, with my sweet B.
Being so adamant that relationships equal
complications, means I’ve never considered the possibility of finding somebody who
is the exception to the rule.
But I didn’t find her did I? She found me.
Without even knowing it, she crept effortlessly under my skin from day one and
she’s been a part of me ever since.
Reflecting back, I can still see the pain in
her eyes when she was working her magic, patching me up. It’s gut wrenching to
know I was responsible for it. The worst moment by far being when she stood
between my knees, cleaning the blood off my face; I watched as her eyes first
glazed over as though she was daydreaming, like her mind wasn’t in the room any
more. Then she cried painfully silent tears, her chin quivered whilst she
pursed her pouty lips together, fighting it back, regaining her composure. Each
tear that fell was like a punch to my heart; Selfish bastard. Heartless
prick. Let her go. You did this.
As strong and true as those
grin off her face even though she doesn’t look at me. It’s Gladiator.
“Have you seen it?”
Taking a handful of sweet popcorn from the bucket
on the table, she pops some in her mouth.
“Yes but not for a while so I’d say it’s
another excellent choice, Beth.”
Her last movie choice was Pineapple Express and it was a great night. Admittedly, that was mostly down to snacking on her sweet
pussy, not popcorn.
“Glad you think so, it’s become a favourite of
mine lately.”
Unfortunately, I’ve no choice but to sit
upright on my large sofa, somewhat limiting me. Beth can’t seem to get
comfortable and fidgets every five minutes readjusting her position. Halfway
through the movie, she tucks her feet up underneath her. I put a small cushion
on my lap and gesture for her to lie down.
Once she’s laying with her head on my lap, I
have perfect access to brush her soft long hair back off her shoulders and
stroke her smooth neck. I smooth my hand up and down her spine hypnotically.
It’s not even sexual—it could easily become sexual in a heartbeat—but I marvel
at how satisfying it is to simply be in her company.
To feel her beneath my touch. Having her near
me makes me breathe easy, knowing she’s safe—even though she’s not mine. I drag
my fingers along her thigh, up over the curve of her hip, appreciating the dips
and peaks of her beautiful body at every angle.
“Mmm… Stop. You’re distracting me from
Russell.”
I curl my hand around her hip and let it come
to rest on her slender waist, gliding my fingers to rest just beneath the
waistband of her skinny bootcut trousers where her blouse is tucked in.
“Here’s me thinking I was the only gladiator in
your life.”
I see her cheeks rise so I know she’s smiling
but she doesn’t respond. She takes my hand and instead of holding it, she moves
it back behind her, indicating for me to ignore her request to stop.
For the rest of the movie she doesn’t fidget
once. Content under my caress, where she belongs. I stare at the screen trying
to pay attention but my head’s elsewhere. The resounding acknowledgement being
that this—Beth and I, relaxing in my home—feels right, it’s what I want. I
can’t explain it but with Bethany I’m able to switch off from everything else.
She makes it okay to block out the world and focus on the moment.
I’ve spent my entire life distracting myself with
surpassing my goals, that I’ve ignorantly sacrificed the journey. Just like how
Beth summarised her last relationship, saying she was so determined to achieve
her ‘happily ever after’ that she didn’t realise all the sacrifices she’d made
along with way.
I’ve never wanted, and therefore never deserved,
to be in a loving relationship with somebody. I wrote that idea off from the
get go and have never looked back... Until now, with my sweet B.
Being so adamant that relationships equal
complications, means I’ve never considered the possibility of finding somebody who
is the exception to the rule.
But I didn’t find her did I? She found me.
Without even knowing it, she crept effortlessly under my skin from day one and
she’s been a part of me ever since.
Reflecting back, I can still see the pain in
her eyes when she was working her magic, patching me up. It’s gut wrenching to
know I was responsible for it. The worst moment by far being when she stood
between my knees, cleaning the blood off my face; I watched as her eyes first
glazed over as though she was daydreaming, like her mind wasn’t in the room any
more. Then she cried painfully silent tears, her chin quivered whilst she
pursed her pouty lips together, fighting it back, regaining her composure. Each
tear that fell was like a punch to my heart; Selfish bastard. Heartless
prick. Let her go. You did this.
As strong and true as those
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