/lit/ - Literature

I bet you’re snuggling up to Chad. Maybe you’re caressing his neck with your soft, small hands, or nuzzling his cheeks with your beautiful nose. Chad is lazing about, content in himself. Likely, he is taking your warmth for granted. You might even be rubbing his inner thigh, or, oh yes, rubbing his cock through his pants. Maybe you’re touching his balls in the way that is comforting and not ticklish when you know someone well enough after days on end of love-making. You’re with him and you love the smell of him, you enjoy what it’s like to give him cuddles, indeed, affection. That affection that used to be for me, all me.