Stress of War
Three months of planning, marching, and battling had taken a rather stressful tole on me. I knew what I wanted, I knew what,or who rather, would ease the stress. However, it was quite frowned upon for those sort of actions to occur. Especially between the leader of an army, and his highest General.
Despite this, I wandered out of my tent to look for Stonewall. It took me quite a while to locate him at the creek bed outside of camp. I stood watching him for sometime before he noticed. I will never forget the way he smiled up at me as soon as he turned 'round and saw me. Stonewall knew what I wanted and, like always, was more than happy to provide.
His lips were soft against mine, no matter how rugged war made him,his lips always stayed the same. We stumbled back into camp with some difficulty as our hands freely roamed the others familiar body. He pushed me forward and pinned me against a cannon. Velvet soft kisses were placed all over my exterior as Stonewall slowly removed the top portion of my uniform. And at that point, I could no longer restrain myself.
I pressed a rough kiss on his lips and forced him backwards into the General's Meeting tent. All I could think of was bending him over the meeting table and forcing my way inside his willing body. Hearing his moans as he pleaded and begged for more. Feeling his warmth as all the stress melted away into the same salty-sweet pleasure I always craved.
However, as soon as we entered the tent my fantasies burst away. There, sitting at the table, were three of my other Generals. All of whom looked thoroughly baffled. I allowed Stonewall to leave and dealt with the shameful situation myself.