Lights On

November 7, 2015

Lights On

It was a habit. She’d never considered it before.
“Why? I don’t know. Because if I leave it on you’ll see all my pudgy bits. And I don’t like the thought of all that squishy flesh in the light.”
“But I love all your bits, and I don’t think you’re pudgy. Anyway, if things aren’t squishing, you’re not doing it right.”
“I don’t think I could relax.”
His grin was very wide. “Oh, I can make you relax.”
“I don’t know…”
“Leave the light on. I want to see all of you.” He grinned again, “Please?”
Reluctantly, she moved from the switch. She stood there, reluctant, uncertain. He was already naked and he moved toward her like a predator.
“Relax, it’s okay. Just try it.”
She smiled, “You know you’re the first man I’ve ever met who would care. Why do you care?”
“I don’t want you to be ashamed of all this glorious beauty. This supple flesh, this BOUNTY!” He pulled her dress up over her head and fell to his knees, hugging her at the waist and pulling her into him. “Mmmm. This, I love it. Give me more.”
She laughed, uncomfortable. “Seriously, you like my pudge?”
He looked up at her, soulful, eyes already dilated with desire. “You are not pudgy, you are goddess-shaped. I love goddesses.” He pulled himself up until he was standing before her again, his arousal evident. She laughed.
“You won’t even let me hate myself? Didn’t you realize hating our bodies is the national pastime for women? It’s practically a religion! Trainers at the gym are their evangelists! Seriously?”
“Come with me, woman, I want to worship you.” He led her to the bed and lay her down. “I am going to make you weep with joy, gorgeous, so put your tray tables in their fixed and upright position and fasten your seatbelt. This is going to be the best ride of your life.”
And it was.

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