I try to focus on the women.
Their touch.
Their smell.
Their bodies.
I can’t feel any of it.
I’m back in the house I grew up in. My father is beating me because he ran out of beer.
The back door opens just as my father is about to hit me again.
Liesel is standing there, except she’s no longer a child; she’s the woman I know.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“Saving you.” She smiles.
And then, she’s running to me.
She scoops me up from the floor and carries me across the street to her couch.
Finally, I can breathe. My father can’t hurt me here. Liesel’s protecting me.
I half hiccup, half sob.
“Shh, it’s okay. There is nothing to fear, not anymore. I’m here.”
I nod.
I’m safe because of her.
Liesel climbs on top of me.
“What are you doing?”
“Loving you. We both need love. This is the only way.”
The only way to what?
But then she’s kissing me. Her long blonde hair is spilling onto my cheeks and brushing against my neck as she kisses me. It’s everything I wanted it to be and more.
So much more. It pushes out all the pain until all I feel is her.
And then I feel her hand grip my cock.
My eyes roll back. I’ve never been touched like this before.
It’s heaven. It’s everything.
It’s…
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Liesel
I stifle my gasp by biting my lip and swallowing it down until it burns my throat.