Haley Thistle
patreon
Centaur Boyfriend: Solomon 2 (special preview)
🕑 Added 2021-07-29 21:00:04 +0000 UTCI woke in the middle of the night and got out of bed. My sisters didn’t even budge as I left the room. I had to get a breath of fresh air. My body felt hot and steamy all over from the dream I was just having. I stood out on the porch and took in a deep breath. Slowly I exhaled, but really, all I wanted to do was scream in frustration.
This heat I was in was rough. It was the same as it always had been, but this year I had no venue for release. Because I shared a room with my sisters I couldn’t take care of it there. I barely knew anyone here so I couldn’t ask for help from some kind gentleman. I was growing frustrated, and these wet dreams weren’t helping.
There appears to be a candle still lit in the main house. It makes me wonder if Solomon was still awake. It also makes me wonder, if I asked him, if he would be willing to help me. I probably know him best out of anyone around here. But no. I can’t do that. I’d hate to make anything awkward between us. As well as I know him, I don’t know his type, if he’s attached, or just not interested in sex.
Ever since that afternoon where I talked to Daveen and then Solomon carried me home when I got hurt, I’ve been seeing him in a different light. He is handsome, even as I still try to imagine his eyebrows at caterpillars, I can’t help but be charmed by his face. His sharp eyes, his dashing smile, the high arches of his cheekbones. Maybe it’s the heat talking, I should try and remember that.
Back home, I had a couple of lovers that would help me during the mating season. Most of the fauns back home I didn’t care for. They were either too young, too old, or had teased me in youth. I had one faun lover, but the rest I had kept were human. One was a frequent customer of my candles and he liked when I dripped the hot wax onto his body. Another was a brick layer who had huge arms and liked to hold me in the air when he drove himself into me. The faun was a poet who had come out of town. I thought I could have fallen in love with him, but he was more devoted to his work than he would any other living creature. His dick was the real poem though, I may never forget it.
Alas, I have none of them to come and tend to my pleading loins. I will have to find a solitary place to tend to myself eventually, or else I may go mad with wet dreams and desire. I sigh heavily as I bemoan this. I should go back to bed, toss and turn until I fall asleep, then wake once another dream arouses me. I begin to leave when I see the light from the house move. It goes from one end to the other, eventually coming out onto the porch which faces mine. In the candlelight I see it’s Solomon. I consider reaching out to him, but he may not want to be disturbed. It is late after all and he probably suspects that no one will be up.
“I’m going for a swim.”
I don’t know why but I hold my breath.
“If you’re up for it, why not join me?” A soft chuckle tinges Solomon’s voice.
“How did you know I was out here?” I ask timidly.
“The moonlight found you first.” He raises his lantern up, revealing that captivating smile. “Are you joining me or will you be returning to bed, Bonbon?”
I step off the porch and approach him. “The water will be so cold.”
“And I’m looking forward to it.” Solomon offers his hand to me. “Can you see okay?”
I take his great big hand, and even the touch of it makes me tingly all over. It satisfies a very tiny part of the overall itch I have. “I can see fine.”
“What’s keeping you awake this evening?” He asks.
I sigh, taking in a deep breath and letting it out loudly. “You don’t have the patience to hear all my complaints.”
Solomon chuckles. “You have many of them?”
“Only one, but I assure you it’s not something to sit and listen to.” We came upon the mossy bank where we first met. He sets his lantern down near where he tossed the silver coin and he eases his front hooves into the water. “What keeps you awake tonight?” I decide to sit on the moss, rather than even test the water.
“Something embarrassing.” Solomon wades into the water. “It isn’t a topic I would discuss with a sweet lady like you, Bonbon.”
“You know I am not so sweet. Not after how we first met.” I pull my knees up to my chest. “How embarrassing is it?”
