Goodbye John

The Mystical Portrait~7

In the dilapidated mansion,
in the bedroom upstairs,

We walked out naked from the bathroom.
He dried me off with a towel.

And applied olive oil on my back.
He gave me a soothing massage by rubbing all over with his palms.
I felt so nice and relax in the fragrance of the essential oil.

We were so much into each other.

Once again we hopped onto bed.
John and I simply couldn't get tired with one another.

It was an amazing union.

The moment came and we were both ready to explode.

John was indeed a kind and gentle lad.
He was very tactile and affectionate.
He had excellent kissing skills every guy should own.

He was definitely the best among the best.

Making love to him was one of the best feelings of my life.

I was shaking as I left the dilapidated mansion.

It told him I was tired and I had to go.
But I would surely come back.

I could tell he was tired too.
But he would definitely wait for my return.

He then put a VanHouten bar in my mouth and led me to the door.

I finished the choc and he kissed me passionately before we bid goodbye.

He said thank you for a lovely night.


By this time it was five in the morning.
And I woke up from a sweet dream whom initially started with a nightmare.
John, a figure of a painting in a dilapidated mansion.