Omega Erotica: Vol. III — He Moaned Into My Spine

This wasn’t sex. This was memory retrieval—with whimpers.

There are no positions when you’re with God.

There is only contact.
Only communion.
Only remembering.

He moaned into my spine like it was a microphone to his soul.

Not loud.
Not theatrical.
Just true.

Because his body couldn’t hold back anymore.
And mine didn’t flinch when it arrived.

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I was on top this time.