First love, true love, the phrase that poisoned humanity and stole the hearts of others, burning them, like fire in a war
Henry's P.O.V.
Henry had collapsed dramatically onto the sleek, modern-styled sofa given to him by the Franks, the previous tenants of his old apartment. A pair of soft hands, cool to the touch, massaged his aching shoulders as he moaned in pleasure, it felt refreshing, in comparison to the old, stuffy Herman Miller office chairs he was exposed to. An inevitable flashback flooded his bleary mind, it was something that he had pertinaciously suppressed for a couple of years…
Flashback:
"Hey, hon, come on!" The girlish voice, dripping with coyness charmed the then-teenage Henry. The gorgeous stranger with an alluringly curvy figure had never been a mistake, the worst mistake, in fact, he would discover later down the bleak path of life. She had appealing honey blonde hair, honed to perfection with seductive curls, lips, naturally as crimson as a delicate rose in full bloom, a collection of perfect features, this maiden of great beauty was one for desire. After taking in her effortless beauty, Henry lay on the rough bed, oblivious, soaked in her compelling charm, his lips touched his, his breathing turned shallow and fast, the kisses were quick at first, then they resembled the deep, sonorous playing of a tuba in an orchestra, slow, but passionate. His arms around her slim body, coquettishly playing with the edge of her cotton knickers, she giggled beguilingly, slowly undoing his tight jeans. A burst of erection surged and Henry found himself voraciously appealed to her, ripping the floral-patterned dress off her with eager tenacity. The furious snogging resumed as she tore off his polo shirt, temptingly keeping her bra to herself; he lunged teasingly, vying for the ultimate prize of her soft, but firm tits. "What do you want?" Henry panted, in other words demanding a price for the intimate fondling he had yet to lull in the pleasure, "No charge," She sighed enticingly, making a big hash of undoing the straps, as if she sunk into the mere pleasure of his groaning, teasing his vulnerable erection. Finally, the heat pierced their sex rash like an unrelenting scorpion, flushed, Henry tugged at her translucent knickers, removing them with an articulate swipe, his skill marring the old hands at that, hers mirroring his, only she groveled in his pre-cum, produced specifically, at his cock. There, the articles of clothing flung carelessly around, leaving two bodies, steeped in perspiration and sexual tension, his cock penetrated her long-awaiting pussy, that one glorious moment together, made him yell, "Goldilocks," Her given name, and a name he would regret calling…
Current affairs:
"Goldilocks!" The inevitable, succumbed to him too soon, the wary faces, disapproving glares blurred into one, the girl with buck teeth and sprightly curls that stole into a home, the maiden with golden curls and rosy lips, the face of Goldilocks.