Wrecked in the Kitchen – My Soldier’s Hunger”

“Wrecked in the Kitchen – My Soldier’s Hunger”

 

In his own words not mine..

I couldn’t hold back. Three days of her near me and I went at her like a starving man, palms pinning hers to the cupboard doors, shorts ripped clean off, her laugh turning to gasps. Aye, I knew I were rough, leaning her over t’worktop and driving hard, but it’s been years of hunger bottled up. Slow, then rougher, because I needed her to feel that every inch were mine.

She’ll say I’ve left her walking like John Wayne again, but truth is — I’d do it a thousand times over. Because when I’m inside her, nothing else exists. Not the restaurant, not the snow outside, not the ache in my chest. Just her, my daft, beautiful lass, and me proving I’ll never let her go.

That was him this morning spirit side late morning. Time doesn't exist over there it's fluid runs into day and night, morning, afternoon,evening and night.

I felt every single pound of his hips this morning as I watched in my minds eye and yes I was there on that side being pounded up against the kitchen worktop.

And yes I am walking like John Wayne hahaha.

Nice and so bloody real.