Then- Opal
The bread ended up a disaster but I wasn’t entirely surprised. Wren had pressed me down onto it so hard and with such enthusiasm that by the time we had both come to a screaming release it was flattened across the table. There were no saving it. It was nothing but a beige smear.
I didn’t mind though. I had loved the way he had taken me. With such abandon. His body thrusting into mine, in and out , in and out in quick succession. And with each thrust he had hit something deep inside of me. Sending off little lights behind my closed lids.
He always made me feel like that. Like I was on fire. That my whole was never really alive until he was inside of me.
So no I didn’t regret our ruined bread. The love making had been too mind blowing to regret and the roasted goat that Wren
