Welkie - Naamloos

It was an accident, really.  This morning, when he thought of her, it was purely by accident.

As his groggy, addled morning-brain fought its way through the day’s to do list, a misplaced image of her — of the two of them — tumbled into his path.

He inadvertently recalled the warmth of her lips.  The way they would glide.  The way he would disappear and then reappear, glistening.

By mistake, he thought of that singular sound she made — the breathy, involuntary purr, like a feral cat eating well.

And these unintended, unwitting thoughts of their pleasure rattled around and around in his brain until he finished, just by chance, with her name on his lips.

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