Thursday, August 16, 2012
When I climbed out of bed, I heard a disappointed moaning behind me.
"No, please don't go. You're so warm."
Surprised, since I live alone and had gone to bed alone, I turned, and saw myself still lying in bed. "What the--"
"Flip? I know, but I don't care. Get back in here."
I sat on the edge of the bed, combing my fingers through other-my's hair.
"Don't speak. We're--"
"The same." I felt my morning wood stir, awakening to true horniness.
Other-me stretched, smiling, and I could see the blanket tenting where theirs had done the same. I laid down, pulling the covers back over us, slid closer, and we kissed.
I kiss pretty good if I can say so myself.