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Take me to Bed: Saturday Morning

LT Ville

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17 pages
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This is an individual story from the Take me to Bed series. Take me to Bed is a collection of short stories. The major sex scenes in each story take place on a bed and the actions performed in those beds serve as a way to connect the stories. TheMoreThis is an individual story from the Take me to Bed series. Take me to Bed is a collection of short stories. The major sex scenes in each story take place on a bed and the actions performed in those beds serve as a way to connect the stories. The stories are written from a romantic perspective and feature mostly vanilla sex. The stories may be bought as a collection or individually.Saturday Morning - Juan wakes up in bed with Shon, his lover of six years. At first glance the morning is a typical morning among lovers, but for Juan and Shon the morning means much more.Excerpt:I close my eyes and try to envision how we must look. I see an average sized Latino lying on his side under a thin white sheet that only covers half of his body. In front of the Latin guy is a 57 black guy with skin the color of dark chocolate. The sheet drapes across the black guys hips and creates a contrast of color and texture and shape that begs to be drawn by an artist and captured as a thing of beauty or photographed and framed as a priceless work of art. Everything about the black guy, my Shon, is beautiful. His almond colored eyes are set beneath thick black eyebrows. His round nose is perched between two high cheek bones and his thick lips are luscious. I open my eyes and see that his lips are beginning to form a smile.His deep voice rumbles through the air with a warm, Good morning. His eyes sparkle and it is obvious that he also understands the symbolism of this simple moment. This moment that we have been denied for so long. If we can have this moment it seems possible that we can have anything. I watch his plush lips part again, I said good morning.I sigh to myself because hes real and hes here and hes mine. It is indeed, I reply.It feels strange, being here, like this. His hand finds mine and he plays with my fingers. I keep waiting for someone to knock down the door and tell me I need to leave.A tiny part of me is waiting for the same thing but I am confident that our moment is secure.