Black Stone

I lay down on the bed gazing at the ceiling. Only last night on this bed, we had been so close. All the time we did this, I had been calling out his name without even knowing that myself. 

Now that I thought about it, I had been strange. It did not seem like I was in my right mind. Everything felt hot and all I wanted for him was to move and never stop. 

The pleasure was dangerous. It made me lose my mind. But for some reason, I wanted to feel it again. Perhaps just a bit... But I could not ask him for it. 

It would be too embarrassing. And maybe he did not want to do it now. He must be tired. Well, he did look tired. Unlike me, he had been busy all the time. 

Ruby said that he worked all the time without going anywhere. She even said that he had a bad temper and he had zero patience. But I knew it was not like that.