Page 46 of Ship of Fools

I know it’s not a cure. I know an hour of sex won’t change the world.

I know my family will never change, and I frankly don’t expect them to.

But I have him. He has me. We’ve got a weekend in the sun, on an island full of promises. Then we’ll go home, and everything will be right in the world.

My body aches with exhaustion as I curl myself into him, letting my head rest on his shoulder.

“I love you so much,” I whisper, as he kisses the top of my head.

“I love you even more,” he whispers back. “Thank you for… you know... topping me. I think, maybe, you can do that again. Another time.”

I smile at his stupidness.

“You hated it.”

“Yeah…” He admits, a cheeky grin on his face. “I don’t…I mean…I suppose…I mostly hated it. I hate stuff up my arse, even if I love your dick.“

“It’s not that bad, you know, being on top, really,” I say, stroking his chest. “Next time I’ll get you to keep that dildo in your mouth, and I saw a really big one online, with a handle, you know, to make it easier to move it. I’ll order one. Mouth full of rubber cock, and arse full of even bigger rubber cock. I might put a cock ring on you to make you last longer.”

He places his hand over my mouth as the laughter spills out of him.

“Next time I will make you wear the ball gag, and treat your arse to that hairbrush, until your skin is all red and sore. Then I’ll put the large plug up your pretty little hole, and use my belt on your thighs until you can’t take it anymore. Then once you are all worn out? Then I’ll fuck you until you scream.”

I squirm, as my dick jumps with interest.

“Tomorrow?” I need a rest. Too exhausted to even think.

“Sleep,” he demands.

So, we do. We sleep as the sun rises into another day. We sleep as people live their lives. We sleep and then we go on to live ours.

Because he loves me. And I love him too. Because he’s mine, and I am his, and I think that might be all we need to be.

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