[This morning Mum went around to the house of a friend she hadn’t seen since we lived in Gurney in the sixties, which means I have had a chance to finish my story about Wayne. The story is about an important time in my life and I strongly recommend reading the Back Story in order to fully understand the context. This is my third story about Wayne and he is well worth writing about! I’ll also take this opportunity to remind you that all of our stories are true, subject to a little author’s licence occasionally. Images are from the web and are not us or our partners.]
I was in my bed with a new lover, Wayne Watts. It had happened after my second date with him and I felt really comfortable inviting him back to the flat and, later, into my room and bed. It was a beautiful lovemaking, absolutely perfect and I was glad Averil, my colleague at work, had set me up on the blind date with her boyfriend’s brother which led to this event.
We lay together in postcoital bliss until sleep arrived.
It was now morning. Light was filtering into the room this Saturday morning and I spent a while admiring his face and hair, which led to the lightest of caresses of his chest and abdomen before I found his slumbering penis and held it tenderly.