Sophia was still sleeping, and I sealed her screams with a kiss, which led to another pleasurable moment in bed. I used protection this time. Her auburn, straight, long hair was covering part of her face. I slid from the bed and went to the table as I puffed cigarette smoke.
I feel like an empty shell; I don’t feel anything but the pain of loving her. The room was dark. I like dark places, as I worked in the dark and did some of the darkest deeds. Shimi never judged me for my dark indulgence or my bizarre ways in the nature of pleasure and flesh. She didn’t encourage nor stop me, yet she understood that those gratifications were like drugs to me, filling the emptiness even in a short moment inside me, as I have a hole in my heart that such satisfactions will soon be emptied again.
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