Sunday, May 7, 2017

Marry You

Dear Zach,

"Babe, let's get married!" he said it, over the text. We were in the middle of the text conversation when he popped up this.

"What? lol." I knew he was joking. Maybe halfheartedly. "Why get married?"

"I don't know. I just want to marry you. Be my wife. So that you are only mine."

It's been six months since we last talked. Two weeks ago, I received a text message from him out of the blue saying "I miss you."

We traded texts. Nothing significant. Just usual morning and night greeting. He didn't bother to say much about himself from his side; Neither do I. He sent me goodnight kiss via text on the third night. I did not reply anymore. Since then, we remained silent.


"I would marry you." He kissed me on my lips. We were both naked on my bed as I was snuggling with him.

"oh really?" I took a good look at him, actually he's not that bad. We met up for the third time at my place. He gave me good sex always. I always crave for him more. But he's a pilot - that's the limiting factor.

He slowly slid down his hand to my anus, trying to sink his finger into my butthole. I knew he wanted it.

I gave in.

© Dear Zach
Maira Gall