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Him, Her & HER.
“A lioness doesn’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep”


He lay with her at night, kissed her as she slept. His arm under her
head, she put her body into his, just to make sure he was there. It
was real, he was there. Sleeping with her like old times, nothing
disturbing them except their own dreams and probably her sleep talk.

She lay awake during those times, wondering why he stopped replying.
Maybe he was asleep; he’d had a long week. Her pillow was the only
comfort she had, oh and let’s not forget her phone. She fell into a
slumber, still wondering what he might be doing.



2am, he kissed her neck. She shivered at the slightest touch, she was
a light sleeper, and any slight movement would wake her up. He pressed
himself against her, giving her a hint that she already knew was
coming. He didn’t sleep through the night and when he woke up, she
knew what he needed to go back to sleep. It was their addiction, the
one drug that kept them together no matter what. It was a spark every
single time it occurred, nothing would change that. He turned her over
from her side to her back, found what he was looking for... the
entrance.




3:30am, she lay in bed awake, checking her phone every so often just
to see if he would text or call. NOTHING, she hadn’t heard from him
since about 6pm the night before. Thinking thoughts that no female
wants to think, where on earth could her man be. She finally gave in
and sent a text, of course no response because he was asleep. Asleep
with her.





He stroked her with long deep strokes, the way she loved it. He kissed
her neck and bit her arm, digging himself deeper inside of her with
every stroke. She lifted her legs to give him more entrance, he
grabbed her breast and squeezed while he let out a moan. He loved this
woman, this was where he belongs. She turned him over and gave him
what he loved in returned. The way she stroked his dick with her hand
before letting him go inside her mouth, drove him crazy. The way she
stroked in a circular motion made his breathing change. She flicked
her tongue on the tip of his swollen manhood and took it a step
further by taking him in her mouth completely. His legs tensed up. His
phone lit up. The room lit up, she kept going. Sucking harder and
stronger every time. He couldn’t control himself, he attempted to roll
over and look at his phone but she wasn’t having it, she took him as
deep as she could, he froze. She kept going, stroking, sucking,
spitting. His entire pelvic area was damp from her. He grabbed her
head, he was almost there.



She couldn’t understand why her calls and text were going unanswered,
this was becoming too familiar. Friday nights he would vanish until
Saturday mornings. She tossed and turned all night, hoping that the
sky would open soon and the sun would shine, letting her know it was
officially a new day.





His nutt shot down her throat and she gracefully took every drip of
it. He looked relieved; she kissed him on the cheek and rolled over on
to her side.She knew the light on the phone was his girl, his
girlfriend in reality.



He’d been married for almost a year now.
She knew her place as his wife, he was hers and she was his and death
couldn’t even part them. She played her position, everyone knew who
she was, and she got the respect that all the wives got. He came home
to her, slept with her, fed her, ate with her and now he was starting
a new chapter with her. Feeling the movements in her abdomen reassured
her that no matter what, she would always have a piece of him.