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The Vape of Love -audio

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[dresandro]

Sunday Kinda Love

DRAFTS

Scene 1:

A girl is crying in her room. She’s upset about something that happened to her during the day. 

Later that night a guy comes into her room - not a boyfriend but a companion she can be herself around, he accepts her for her and nothing else. He doesn’t expect her to overcompensate, he holds her down and sets her free.

He comes into the room and comforts her in bed. He cusps her from behind with his body. He caresses her open back with his hand and gives her soft kisses on the shoulder. He whispers sweet things to soothe her. 

He asks what’s wrong once the tears have slightly subsided. She thinks about telling him but she just wants a distraction. She starts kissing him and asks him to have sex with her.

He looks at her in disbelief and uncertainty. He wants to but he knows this isn’t right. He does not want to be a part of the problem.

“Are you sure?” He says to her.

“Yes.” She pursues kissing him. 

While they kiss, his body seems uncomfortable. 

“I can’t. I’m gonna head out.” He says.

“Please don’t go.” She says.

“I’ll call you in the morning to see how you’re doing.” He says.

He walks out and shuts the door. 

She is wallowing in her bed, waiting for her fears to consume her…. 

Then she hears a knock on the door. She gets up and opens it. 

It’s him on the other side and he launches himself at her. Kissing, hands groping each other. Bodies pressed against one another. They land on the bed, taking off each other's clothes: shirts, and underwear. 

When they finished, they were on top of each other, steamy, sweaty, and panting with relief. A few seconds set in and the man is filled with regret. He jolts up and says, 

“I gotta go.”

“¿enserio?” She says. She sits up a bit with her elbow pressed upon the mattress.

“Yes. I’m sorry I just can’t be here right now.” He puts on his clothes in a rush and leaves like someone is chasing him.

She lays back down in disbelief. Not able to process her emotions.

Scene fades out.

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