Cold night, A lone Thought

It was dimly Lit. The initial fragrance was starting to get replaced by the heat in the room. It was not a new occurrence between the present individuals. The location. was new nonetheless. His sturdy body was tendering up in her arms. The loud breaths spoke louder than any words could. It was eagerness in the air. The half worn, half torn dresses of them explained the lust between them.

Her toned body was melting in his hands. After the lips parted, he looked into her eyes. Moist. Emotions welling in her eyes were reflected in her body movements. They shared a brief look before she parted her lips to utter the words she could think of. Ina swift action, he held her face. A well-built hand covered her cheek. He put a thumb in her mouth. As droplets touch the petals of rose, the sensation felt by him was exact. She cut the chat and dragged him even closer to her bosom. He could smell her hair. The fragrance was heavenly. The only other scent to stand out more than that was the sweat building up beneath their clothes.

They have been playing for a long time before he got down and lifted her skirt. There was a little resistance, but was immediately met with him parting those long legs. The feet were soft. She put them on his bare chest. Rips of his abs felt hard against her soft soles. Her feet made her way from his belly button to her lips and after receiving a kiss on the long nails, rest them on his shoulders. He made his way to the top, passing the thighs, reached just below her abdomen. Just a touch of a finger was enough to send a tingle in her spine. A slow moan. Her mind went crazy as soon as she could feel his tender muscle on her most erogenous zone. The bedsheet was messed, the top was half torn due to the swift movement of his hands, giving a long tear in the back. Thank goodness, as she thought for a moment, that the same treatment was not received by her panties.

He started to strip. First came off the belt, followed by the jeans. As his drawers were exposed to her, she gave a cute, welcoming chuckle. There was a long warp on Spider-Man's face, but that was even lesser reason to laugh for her. She went in for the initiative and moments later, both of them were in their birth clothes. She got up and went near his ear, bit his ear, and threw herself back on the bed. Now it was time for him to show some initiation. He put one hand right beside her, and another went on her chest. A little probe on his hand, followed by the feeling of her heartbeat, it was time for what she has been craving for for a very long time.

She opened her eyes, inquiring why it was taking longer than expected. Maybe for a second, maybe she was mistaken, he felt…

Vulnerable. Enough to break into tears this very minute.

She opened her arms, gave her the warmest smile she could. Her hands went behind his neck. Pulling him even closer, she enveloped his hip with her legs. A breath from her on his cheek, a sigh from him. He pushed. What followed was an array of scream. Her mind went numb. She let go of her legs, which were around his rock bottom, and flung them in the air as high as possible for her. A push later, the sensation increased. Words meant nothing in the moment, her body talked.

Having his head right next to her, he could only sob. He pushed harder after every stroke, just like he would. He tried to reciprocate what he felt that day. That day.

A warm Summer day, he met him on the beach. He was crying and was consoled by him. All he wanted was the world to love him according to how he loved himself. He was given assurance. He was given confidence. He was given trust. He was given love.

The sensation what he felt with him that night was far more intimate than her.

The stroked continued and after some time, it was enough for both of them. As they separated their flesh off each other, he remembered the sensation he felt while he was joined with him at that moment. He had cried for him. He had cried for him a lot. But he could never live up to his confidence. As he thought of these fleeting moment, she came and sat on top of her. A kinky smile was followed by a quick penetration. As she moved her lively chest, he loathed himself for holing himself again and wondered if he would ever come to terms with his individuality. But as always, there was a danger always lurking on his head, behind him, and the risk of plaguing his future if he exposed himself was far more gut-wrenching for him as it was for anyone else.

As he got up and embraced her, filling his mouth with her breasts, he decided to come out and face it like a man.

He was tired of hiding his orientation.

He was tired of this unmeaning lust of the opposite sex. This could never fulfill his desires. But the past was very dark indeed. The future was nowhere near enough.

He fucked her. Multiple times. That night

The society fucked him. Multiple times. His whole life.