susurrus
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"I don't want to be alone."
A simple phrase, but it struck with quite an impact. Pulling her in a bit closer, Randall kissed her hair.
"You're not alone, though I know what you're saying.
"Since Diana's passing, it's felt like watching the world from a distance, everything flowing around you like a rock in a stream. There's nothing lonelier than sitting in a crowd but feeling like no one else is there. Every night, I know I could have my choice of companionship. All I would have to do is put out the word when I walked in the door at the club and I'd have a parade of prospective company for the evening, both in singles and multiples of both genders.
"But as pleasant as it would be, it would be fleeting. Having tasted what Diana, my Cybelle, and I had, it's what my heart yearns for, what I need. I know for some the thought is, 'Why settle for steak for every meal when you can sample from the smorgasboard each night?' I understand that, and there's nothing saying that, with mutual agreement, the occasional sample can't be tasted. However, knowing you have what you want and need as an anchor to the world, that one beacon to bring you home safely every time, is a knowledge not everyone finds or can understand."
'I think you could be that beacon,' he almost added, but kept inside. They'd only known each other through work and this one night. How many such nights had he and Diana known before they realized it was more than a passing thing?
It was too soon to make such an announcement. In the morning, they might both realize how bad an idea this was. As devastating as that would be, it would be better than making any quick decisions and possibly regretting it later.
Still, there was nothing saying they couldn't enjoy this time together as much as possible before the thread holding that rock unraveled and the whole thing came crashing down on them.
Carefully moving Jenny back into a more natural sitting position, he then got up and stood before her. Oh yes, his cock was soft. Nothing arousing about the last several minutes, yet they were possibly the most sexual event of the entire evening.
Holding out a hand, he asked, "Can you support yourself, or do you need my help?"
A simple phrase, but it struck with quite an impact. Pulling her in a bit closer, Randall kissed her hair.
"You're not alone, though I know what you're saying.
"Since Diana's passing, it's felt like watching the world from a distance, everything flowing around you like a rock in a stream. There's nothing lonelier than sitting in a crowd but feeling like no one else is there. Every night, I know I could have my choice of companionship. All I would have to do is put out the word when I walked in the door at the club and I'd have a parade of prospective company for the evening, both in singles and multiples of both genders.
"But as pleasant as it would be, it would be fleeting. Having tasted what Diana, my Cybelle, and I had, it's what my heart yearns for, what I need. I know for some the thought is, 'Why settle for steak for every meal when you can sample from the smorgasboard each night?' I understand that, and there's nothing saying that, with mutual agreement, the occasional sample can't be tasted. However, knowing you have what you want and need as an anchor to the world, that one beacon to bring you home safely every time, is a knowledge not everyone finds or can understand."
'I think you could be that beacon,' he almost added, but kept inside. They'd only known each other through work and this one night. How many such nights had he and Diana known before they realized it was more than a passing thing?
It was too soon to make such an announcement. In the morning, they might both realize how bad an idea this was. As devastating as that would be, it would be better than making any quick decisions and possibly regretting it later.
Still, there was nothing saying they couldn't enjoy this time together as much as possible before the thread holding that rock unraveled and the whole thing came crashing down on them.
Carefully moving Jenny back into a more natural sitting position, he then got up and stood before her. Oh yes, his cock was soft. Nothing arousing about the last several minutes, yet they were possibly the most sexual event of the entire evening.
Holding out a hand, he asked, "Can you support yourself, or do you need my help?"
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