1. Once upon an April morning
He came over to my house, sobbing. "Ivan!" I cried." whatever is wrong, darling?" He looked into my eyes and said
"Little one... she is gone" and I knew who he meant. His cat, which was dear to him, has passed away just yesterday.
"Darling, some inside." I led him upstairs to my room, and sat down on the soft, blue bed, and he buried his fair haired head into my shoulder, and sobbed. I sat there for hours, as he cried his pain and grief into my shoulder. Eventually, he looked up at me with red eyes, and whispered "thank you, little one". I smiled. I proceeded to say " Darling, I am there no matter what it is you might be needing, or when, I am there" He smiled softly, and said quietly" I think I might need a little of this, to help me feel better." He pulled me into his lap, and brought out lips crashing together, forcefully, yet sweetly and full of feeling, like he was pouring his soul and feelings into it. His lips tasted of salt from his tears, and I ran my tongue lithely over them, asking for entrance. He wasted no time, opening his mouth, and sliding his tongue into my mouth, gently lapped at mine, earning a shudder and a moan from me. His tongue danced all around my mouth, and he battled with my tongue, just before I won, and slid my tongue into his mouth, which tasted of something savory, yet sweet. I ran my tongue over his teeth, savoring the feeling. Soon, we had to pull away for air. "So" I said, huffing a little bit, out of breath" do you feel a bit better now?" He smiled like a child on Christmas. "Little one, remind me to come to you with all of my troubles, da?"
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I had to write this… just had to
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