Sunday, March 27, 2011









Sometime during the night Ramji is awakened by Laila stirring. She turns to her other side and faces him, sighs and nuzzles into his neck.

“I've always slept alone.... his feels so nice....”

Ramji buries his face in her hair, stifling a groan. He runs his fingers through the curly mass, at the same time tries to shift his hips away from Lailas body.

If she pushes her hips any closer... no... she is injured and needs rest... you cannot take advantage of her...

Ramji reaches down and pulls up a quilt, carefully bringing it to rest between the lower half of their bodies. He didnt want to scare her away by his obvious desire for her. He pulls her close, careful not to bump her injured hand. For a moment his thoughts wander, imagining her naked, skin to skin, her soft lips inviting, her breasts pressing into his chest, hips thrusting...

Stop! She needs to rest... I want her well, and her mind clear, her eyes dark and clouded with desire not medication.... Gods! She feels so damn good in my arms....

It was a long time before Ramji could sleep, his mind arguing with his body....

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