The Morning After
Adrian woke up feeling funny, the room was still dark, curtains were drawn. Esmee's naked body was on top of him, grinding him to wakefulness. "Esmee ... stop ..." he said with a soaring voice. But she felt so good, he couldn't resist. She laid on him with her ear to his chest as she grinds away ever so gently. "What are we doing?" something inside him told him to stop. "What we've always wanted," she answered. It didn't take very long for him to release. But this time, he felt violated. He was struggling with his conscience and she didn't give him time to decide what he would've prevented if she had. "We can't do this ... it's not right," he said, sitting up from the sofa and gathering his clothes. "We were so good last night, don't you feel the same?" said Esmee. "It was ... I did ..."
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