Darren and Richard
Crash and Burn
Later that night, I was awakened by flashes of lightning in the distance. No thunder yet. I crept off to the loo, came back, and snuggled up to Darren.
“You alright, Richard?”
“Fine, Sweetie. A storm’s coming in.”
“I love storms.”
“I know, Baby.”
He pulls me close, and a loud clap of thunder rattles the house.
“Ooh.”
The dog dives under the bed, yelping. Well, Darren’s awake now. We lie there listening to the storm for several minutes.
“You know Luv, as long as we’re both awake...”
I look into his eyes with my best ‘cute and cuddly’ face. He giggles and kisses me.
“Wouldn’t it be romantic to make love in a thunderstorm? We can have our own bang-crash explosion of light and sound. Hmm?”
I trail my finger down his chest.
“Don’t touch those unless you mean business, Mister!”
I kiss one.
“I mean business.”
“Well in that case...”
We had a sweet, delicious lovemaking session while the storm carried on outside. And then lied there all warm and tingly, listening to the rain. He was being silly during the whole thing. With every clap of thunder, he would whisper “Bang!”, “Crash!”, or something similar, all while looking into my eyes and loving me up. Gotta love those bangs and crashes. And the flashes of blinding light are pretty good too. (wink) Sex with Darren is like...Christmas morning, before you’ve opened the first present. You never know exactly what you’re gonna get, but you know it’s gonna be good.