Draping his jacket around her shoulders, Pestilence climbed onto the motorbike himself, not fully able to resist pressing his back against her front. She was so soft against him, all curves. It was very different from what he was used to.
Truthfully, Pestilence was an equal opportunity lover, but he'd always had more access to males. Men were always more into annonymous sex than women, so he had always had an 'in' there. Yet, Pestilence was no fool; he could certainly appreciate the charms of the fairer sex, and he was certainly enjoying the charms of the lovely 'Angela' behind him.
As Pestilence started the engine, he realized he was was still fairly inebriated (1), but thankfully his temporary flat was only about a block and a half away. That didn't prevent him from taking a few more turns than was absolutely neccesary.
Angela's arms were tight around his waist, and he could sense the excitement in her limbs as both her arms and thighs squeezed him. He felt his own excitement resonate with her's. Tonight he would make her his lover, giving to her all that he could no longer give to Uriel.
When they finally arrived, he got off his bike in a flash. He lifted her off the motorbike before she could even make a move. Carrying her up the stairs to his apartment, he could almost pretend that it was Uriel in his arms.
(1) For fiction purposes only. DO NOT drink and drive. (This public safety announcement brought to you by a worrying author who doesn't want anybody to get hurt, ever.)
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Truthfully, Pestilence was an equal opportunity lover, but he'd always had more access to males. Men were always more into annonymous sex than women, so he had always had an 'in' there. Yet, Pestilence was no fool; he could certainly appreciate the charms of the fairer sex, and he was certainly enjoying the charms of the lovely 'Angela' behind him.
As Pestilence started the engine, he realized he was was still fairly inebriated (1), but thankfully his temporary flat was only about a block and a half away. That didn't prevent him from taking a few more turns than was absolutely neccesary.
Angela's arms were tight around his waist, and he could sense the excitement in her limbs as both her arms and thighs squeezed him. He felt his own excitement resonate with her's. Tonight he would make her his lover, giving to her all that he could no longer give to Uriel.
When they finally arrived, he got off his bike in a flash. He lifted her off the motorbike before she could even make a move. Carrying her up the stairs to his apartment, he could almost pretend that it was Uriel in his arms.
(1) For fiction purposes only. DO NOT drink and drive. (This public safety announcement brought to you by a worrying author who doesn't want anybody to get hurt, ever.)