Just sexual desire

«So, this is just one thing that you can think of?» – she was staring at him with eyes full of curiosity and kindness.
 
He was looking somewhere down. Again those talks. Psychological talks, philosophical talks. Why women are so much in love with such annoying and basically boring concepts? But, he knew, she need this. He was just silent.
 
But he didn’t need this. Those talks. He was interested just in one. Yes, it was sex. Sex with her. Slut, hot sex full of desperate desire and all-burning passion. Those passion that shot all through your body like lava rivers. Those passion that seduce you, thrill your heart, tempt your instincts, entail your body and mock your morality. Those lust that makes your blind and insane. But truly alive...
 
“What are you thinking about, Stilian?” – she looked again into his eyes.
 
He didn’t even love her. He was acquainted with her around 6 months: usually had talks with her twice a week because of work. He was just interested in her. She was attractive, young and beautiful. He was elder than she.
 
He was bored with life. Luxury life that he earned money for. He achieved almost everything he could achieve in his career. And he also knew he can afford, buy everything what he wanted in this life. Even love. For one or several nights and forget. And didn’t care, didn’t give himself a headache, didn’t bother himself by any memories about those girls, their feelings.


Feelings... What do this mean? Only one thing bother him – his own comfort. And this was f*cking logical after all.
 
“I’m thinking about nothing secret, Lane. Just about us.” – he answered vaguely and half-smiled. Just formal answer that all women love to hear.
 
She looked back, half-disbelieving, half-teasing: “Really? Well, let it be like this.”
 
“What do you mean?” – Stilian asked. However, why on Earth was he hooked on by her words?
 
“Nothing dear. Just northing.”
 
***
She was screaming loudly in the night, repeating his name so many times. Those cries and moans were driving him crazy even more that he could imagine, that he could remember. Her lines, all seductive shapes of her amazing body, softness of her skin evoke his primal desire for the full power. She was so darn hot. And he was such horny about her all of the time.
 
She moans out loud very last time with such energy that provokes him to end too. Squeezing him with all of her body, leaning closer, touching him with such softness and care.
 
“Stilian, I love you.” – she suddenly told him. He heard those words so many times from such many women after sex. Usually he didn’t care. He used not to care about it. But now it was something different.
 
***
He saw her on the other day at work. As usually she was friendly and beautiful.
So, what was it? Between them last night. Just sexual desire?
He doesn’t know. Now he doesn’t know.