You walk in warily, not knowing quite what to expect. I say nothing, just taking your hand and leading you through the doorway. After you pass, I close the door behind you and throw the bolt. You jump a bit as the spring latch slams home, and look back at me. I only smile and wink. You look around; you've never been in my bedroom before. You look at the mess on the floor, look back at me, but I only shrug and smile. You watch me light some of the oil lamps, your smile slowly growing on your face. I turn off the light and we are bathed in the soft, gentle glow of the lamps. Still standing, I walk over to you and gaze into your eyes. Nonchalantly, almost flippantly, I take off my glasses and drop them on the dresser. Easily, oh so easily, I put my arms around your waist, and you put your arms around my neck. Gently, hesitantly, we kiss. Softly your lips press against mine, soft, smooth, warm, alive. We kiss and kiss again, and a sigh escapes your lungs between kisses. Your ar...
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