Thursday

On a Thursday not long ago, I had a small fit of insecurity with my friend, who, it occurs to me somewhat belatedly, needs a name. We’ll call him Matthew.

To soothe my mind, Matthew rearranged his plans so that we could meet on that Thursday night, and over the course of several hours he fucked me into a state of secure contentment.

After one especially intimate round, he curled behind my back, moved the sweaty hair off my neck and nuzzled in right behind my ear. He held me like that for a long time. Then he forced me to turn around so that he could look directly into my eyes.

“Do you still doubt that I love you?” he asked me. “Do you think there is any way I could have been with you like this without absolutely loving you?”

I had no doubts. None at all. I felt it then, with his words and his actions and his body.

I had no doubt.

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