Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

and I didn’t wait long enough for you to imagine people were meeting about some villainess scheme, tonight only counts as half a fantasy completed?”
    “Yeah, it’s half a point, or if you want a letter grade it’s an E for Effort. You wouldn’t want me to change my fantasy just so your attempt to perform it was successful would you?”
    “No, of course not, I’ll make sure next time you have plenty of time to crawl around before anything sexual happens so the integrity of the fantasy is upheld.”
    “I knew you’d understand,” I said sounding a little sleepy, no way I’d let myself fall asleep though. I didn’t sleep with contacts in my eyes, it can lead to an infection and it’s not pretty. I’ll never make that mistake again, for the whole first week Brian and I were together, my left eye was a disgusting, bloodshot mess. I thought for sure he’d dump me before it healed, but he stuck by me and my nasty eye. Surprisingly, my right eye was fine and only my left eye had a vendetta to try and ruin my life by attempting to scare Brian away. Luckily it wasn’t too severe and some expensive as gold-shit eye drops cleared it up. Tonight was the first time I’d worn contacts since the night Brian and I got together, and no matter how tired I was, there was no way I’d fall asleep with demon-lenses in my eyes again. Not even wrapped in Brian’s tender embrace could I be lured into sleep while wearing contacts.
    Brian increased the pressure on his arm, pulling me even tighter against him. We continued to just lay there for a few minutes. “Six months. Best six months of my life,” he said quietly before he pressed his lips against my forehead.
    “Mine too,” I whispered back. Hard to believe how much could change in six months. I rarely stuttered anymore, only when Brian really surprised me and I got flustered. Like last week when he suggested we get tested to do away with the condoms. “For economical reasons,” he said, with as much sex as we were having, the condom budget was getting astronomical. Or like last night when he suggested we move in together, I eventually stammered my way through the surprise and agreed. Luckily, he thought my stutter was cute.
    The best part of the night was after dinner when he brought me home and we made love for hours. It was slow and intimate, gentle caresses and staring into each other’s eyes. Our first time without a condom, when we were both finished, he leaned down and whispered for the first time, “I love you, Wyatt.”
    It was nice hearing the words but I already knew he loved me by the little things he did. Like, how he was always grabbing my hand or how he looked at me and smiled as if I was the most important thing in the world. Every Friday, even though we went to lunch together, there was always a single long stemmed rose on my keyboard when I got back to my desk. With a little note attached promising the best weekend of my life. So far, he had yet to disappoint. Every day with Brian got better.
    I wasn’t quite as romantically creative as Brian, but I hoped when he saw me looking at him and smiling like a dork, he knew he was the most important person in my world, too. I did make him write me a list of his top ten fantasies. I thought the only fair thing to do was to make his desires come true the way he had mine. And the man was like a sex god, so there was no hardship worshiping him every chance I got. Of course, he had to show me up and have fifteen fantasies. That was okay because I had some new fantasies to add to my list, maybe something with leather chaps and a motorcycle.

    THE END

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