Happy Together

Fictionish/Erotic/Romance

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The steam wafts 

Off my morning coffee

As I pretend

I’m only going to be 

On Substack 

Until it’s empty

I should say that

To my 25 hours

Of weekly Substack time

Not as bad 

As it could be

I guess

Everyone here 

Is just so interesting 

Next on my list 

“Johnny and the Grain Restaurant”

You know, like that 

Famous fairy tale

About the kid who 

Trades his cow

For magic grains

And a silo grows

Maybe giants? 

No, that doesn’t sound quite right

But this isn’t the place 

To just read stories

You also 

Get to know the authors

And I’ve seen this one

All over the place

Totally thought she was a guy

At first

The name just reminds me

Of an Adam Sandler character

Harpy something? 

But no

It’s a girl

And a very funny one at that

I’m totally not stalking her

The notes just keep

Popping up on my feed

Oh no, that’s the third one

I’ve responded to this hour

She’s going to think I’m a weirdo

Ah well, better lean into it

She just said something 

About getting people in her DMs

I love a good challenge 

And I never message first

So, I’ll make it my mission

To be so annoying 

She has to DM me

Just to get me to stop

I go to her page

Like and reply 

To every note 

With something flirty

Or hilarious 

How interesting 

She just said 

She has tit pics

On her other profile

Well, it’s clear I’ve subscribed 

To the wrong one

Gotta be a little vulnerable here

And admit to having

Another profile too

Ding

She messaged me! 

Now to do a little happy dance

My fuzzy socks slip

On hardwood floor

And I fall on my ass

In a fit of giggles

Before I even look 

At the message

It’s her profile 

With a real picture of her

I just stare for a minute

At her endlessly deep 

Ocean blue eyes

They captivate me

I just want to drown

In their depths

That’s not even mentioning 

The luscious curves

Also on display

In the picture 

I tell her she’s gorgeous 

But that doesn’t really scratch the surface

I scroll her profile 

She’s so adventurous

And brave 

And there’s the tit pics

As promised

But it’s so much more

Than that

It’s a survivor story

And it reveals

Her insecurities

As if the story

Sewn into her skin

With blood 

And hardship

Could ever make her

Less worthy

Of love 

Or attention

I can understand it

To a point

But it’s completely wrong

The scars are just a map

Of where she’s been

What’s she’s endured

They don’t define her

Or make her less beautiful

I try to tell her that

But I’m sure I messed it up

Plus they are very nice breasts

I can imagine tracing them

With my tongue 

And making her shudder

But I don’t tell her that

That’s definitely weird

I tell her about my insecurities 

Because I may come off

Confident and sexy

Completely self aware

But I have so much anxiety

Invisible baggage

Plus I convince myself 

All my followers actually hate me

Half the time

And pretend not to care

The conversation gets

Too deep

So, of course I step back

Use humor

As a defense mechanism 

Because exposing my flaws

To help her feel better about 

The ones she perceives 

In herself

Costs me peace

I willingly paid it

Just so she can see herself

The way I already see her

And I’ve known her a day

I tell her I’m looking

For a substack girlfriend 

In the hopes

That she volunteers

But she’s intentionally single

And wants to stay that way

Darn 

I’ve already gotten closer

To her

Than anyone else on this site

Still she graces me

With seductive words

And so starts

Our flirtationship

 Pt 2

How do you show your love

On this website?

It’s pretty obvious 

You read their work

And become insufferable

By flooding them 

With notifications 

I was going to read it anyways

Falling for her

Just gave me one more reason

It’s totally a romance

Ripe with sexual tension

Like that time

She walked in on him

In only a towel

Or the multiple times

They totally made out

But ya know

Adrenaline is an aphrodisiac 

So, I can’t blame them

But she is adamant 

It’s not

Doesn’t arguing

Count as affection? 

If so i’ve basically made it

Right into her heart 

Really she’s delusional 

Or trolling us

Writing romance

Without knowing its romance

Because when I see my friends

My breathing totally changes

Yeah right

I feel like a part of myself

Is missing when they leave

Totally

She doesn’t know

What love is

As she’s writing it

But, I intend to show her

Write her a love poem

About amazing she is

How I automatically light up

When I see her name

I may be a sucker

For pretty eyes

And my flirting isn’t exactly

Monogamous 

But it could be

If only she’d ask

Open herself up

To the love I can offer

I feel her tone change

When I send my true feelings

In the form of verse

We start video calling

Her in the kitchen 

Dusted with flour

Shooing her brother out

When he tries to join in the conversation 

We talk about her bread

I can tell it smells delicious 

Even through the screen

She’s always so nervous about it

But it turns out amazing 

Everytime

How baking keeps her hands busy

While her mind crafts worlds

Kind of like my coloring

A silly adult hobby

But it helps my mind work

I’ve just been too busy

To do much imagining 

But she makes me want to

Not through her bullying

Thought that’s super effective 

But through her encouragement 

She makes me believe 

That what I write matters

At least to her

Then I posted half

Of an erotic poem

Based on my real experiences

Of course

And I could tell 

How much that excited her

Begging me in the comments 

To finish it

I told her I would 

If she helped

And our next video chat

Was very interesting 

I got to see her blushing

As I wore my nicest lace

Showing more skin

Than it covered

Deep red 

That caressed my breasts

The way I wished she would

I twirled for her

Facing the wall

So she could see my black thong

Just being exposed like this

Was making the lace wet

And I could hear her 

Breath catch

She zoomed out

So I could see her

On her knees 

On the bed

Her hands caressing

The voluptuous curves

Her head back

Eyes closed

Chest rising and falling

Faster and faster

As both our hands 

Move in unison 

100s of miles away

She showed me a lot

About stress relief

Pt 3

I started teaching her

New ways to be aroused

From a distance

Her willingness to try

Anything

Made me want her more

Even though 

She tried to hide her reactions

I could tell

She liked being told what to do

Her body couldn’t lie

Her eyes were glazed over

With lust

Cheeks flushed

Breathing heavy

Even as sassy comments

Passed her pink lips

And I found a way

To control her pleasure 

From hundreds of miles away

A little pink device

That I controlled 

With numbers on my phone

I never saw her cum so hard

As when I teased her

Brought her to the edge

Only to pull her back

Right before tipping over

Until she fully 

Got out of her head

Let her body

Belong to me

At least in that moment

But, I wanted so much more

My craving for her was getting

Unmanageable 

She was my first thought

Every morning

And my last 

At night

I couldn’t stop

Imagining

What her lips would feel like

On mine

Her breath

Against my neck

Or just her cheek

Against my palm

As I try to swipe

Flour away

I’d love to trace her blush

Instead of seeing it

Through a screen

When I introduce her 

To something new

But still she won’t admit

This is serious

She says we’re just

Having fun

And refuses to believe

I really mean 

What I write 

I can’t hold it against her

It’s clear she’s built

A shell to encase 

Her heart 

I like to think

Everytime I tell her

How I feel

It chips just one more

Piece off

But even when I open up

About the loves that scarred me

She refuses to budge 

Her fear of being hurt

Goes up like a shield

Against me

Everything I want to offer

Everything we could be 

She hides so much of herself 

That I can’t truly know her

Or help her

Until she opens up

I just try 

And take the pieces 

She does offer

If her breathy sighing

My name 

While her body is exposed 

To me

Is all I get

Then I’ll gladly take it

If her exhausted smile 

At the end of a long day

Is the only indication

She really cares

Then I’ll build 

My convictions 

Around it

I’ll try to forget

All the times 

She changes the subject

Cuts the conversation short

Or tightens her eyes

At my admissions

I don’t tell her

This Christmas 

I’ve saved up

For a plane ticket

If I can’t convince her

In person 

To give us a chance 

Then I’ll take the crumbs

But I have to try

To free her heart

Pt 5

It was easier than I thought

Despite the festive traffic 

When I knocked on her door

And her blue eyes widened

Before her brilliant smile

Lit up her face

She didn’t fight me

Demand that I leave

Just invited me in

Offered me a cupcake 

Her brown leather couch

Squeaked under me

Our fingers brushed 

When she handed it over

And it felt right

I didn’t worry

That she didn’t want me

Touching her

Somehow I knew

That I could

I didn’t get in my head 

Overanalyize 

What she wanted

It was just natural

She scooted over

So our thighs touched

Asked about my journey 

I found myself

Sinking into her

While I talked

As if she was

Pulling me in

She watched my mouth

I trailed off

Losing track

Of every thought

Breath caught 

In my throat

Silence heating 

Full of intention 

Her full lips

So inviting

My eyes met with hers

The twinkle

Gave me silent permission 

To lean in

Taste her softness

Slow and light

Before I pulled myself up

Gripping her thigh

One hand on her neck

Deepening the kiss

My tongue 

Lightly tracing hers

And her shiver

Making me lose control

I’m halfway on her lap

So it’s too easy

To slide right on top

One hand between us

I swallow her gasp

Other hand tangled

In her hair

After waiting so long 

To taste her

I can’t help

But to devour 

Finally getting to touch her

Every fantasy 

Floods my mind

Something cracks open

Inside me

And I moan into her mouth 

“Fuck

I’ve wanted this 

For so long” 

Her breathy whisper

“Me too” 

I grind my hand 

Between us

She throws her head back

My mouth connects

To her pulse point

I feel every thud

Hear the quiet moans 

She smells

Floral and delicious 

Fucking intoxicating 

My eyes roll back 

And I moan my approval

“You smell

Fucking amazing”

Her smile in response 

Head tilting

Further back

As I kiss my way down

Until her shirts in the way

Caress her waist

Play with the hem line

The question in my eyes

Permission in hers

But also

Nervousness

I know how she feels

Baring herself 

To anyone

Is a different kind

Of vulnerability 

I lift it up

And over her head

She stiffens 

In response

Hands moving automatically 

But she doesn’t cover herself

I look her 

Right in the eyes

With sincerity 

“You are 

So beautiful” 

My hand on her face

She leans into it

Closes her eyes

Takes a few steading breaths

And nods

I resume my travel

Down her chest

Removing her bra 

Kissing around

Each pointed nipple

Until she’s arching

Silently begging

I take one in my mouth

Like I imagined doing

In the beginning 

Swirl my tongue

Gently suck

Before releasing

I love the rosy red

That responds to my mouth

And I do the same

To the other one

Taking my time

Caressing both 

Holding their weight in my palm

Giving my full attention

Until I’ve kissed every inch

And continue down

Between them 

Where her self consciousness lives

As if marks on her skin

Made it any less magnificent

I would kiss this same trail

Regardless of scars

But I make sure to kiss

Every single one

Not to highlight

But show her

I love every part of her

When I can’t go any further

Sink to my knees

She doesn’t make me ask

Just slides her jeans and panties off

Clearly impatient 

And I smile

She’s been imagining this

I use my hands

Softly stroking her thighs 

My mouth trailing 

Down

My breath 

Lighter than a touch

Right where she needs it

And she jumps

Pushes her hips up

Into me

The need

Taking over her body

So I give

One firm lick

All the way up

Gripping her thighs

So they can’t close

She cries out

As if it was unexpected 

All the encouragement I need 

To keep going

Lightly at first

Then faster

More contact

Adding my fingers

Until she’s shaking

Her legs tighten

Moans unrestrained

Drenching my face

For my efforts

As pleasure crashes into her

I keep going

Until she’s still

Breathing hard

Body relaxed

Then I leave her there

For just a moment 

To get the toy

Call me a bad lesbian

Fingers and tongues

Don’t quite cut it for me

But I came prepared

A double sided rider

I show it her

And her face changes

Back into wanting 

A clear invitation 

To push her down

Slide half of it

Into me 

It goes easy

I’ve been ready for this

For a long time

I push it against her

Guide it in 

Til were both

Rocking into each other

Sharing breaths 

Pants and moans 

One of her hands 

Finds mine

The other 

Stroking my 

Most sensitive spot

Until we’re overcome

Riding the pleasure

Together 



Pt 6 



The next few days

Blur together 

A blissful bubble

Neither of us wants popped

There is a lot of sex

I’m learning to read her body

Predict reactions

Feel her emotions 

Just by touching her skin

I start off gently

You don’t skip 

Right to chains and whips

Test how she reacts

To a gentle hold down

Soft spoken commands

I know she likes

The idea of it

But her body has to respond 

Naturally 

Or nothing will work

I have to build trust

And safety

Before she can accept me

And if her reactions

Aren’t as good as she thought

I’d just back off

The control aspect

Thrills me 

But I don’t need it

Only her 

Luckily

That’s not a problem

My voice 

Visibly excites her

Her cheeks redden

Pupils dilate

Thighs clench

And she doesn’t even seem to know

Part of me knew

This would be happen

Our compatibility 

Just seems like fate

Even the quiet moments

Feel like a dream 

With her

Reading quietly

Side by side

Her tapping away on her laptop

Set on the coffee table

While I lay on her lap

I know already

I want to live my life

Just like this

But, she is still guarded

Randomly frowning 

When she thinks I can’t see

I know she’s worried

About the end of this vacation 

She thinks this is temporary 

Doesn’t even ask

If I’ll stay 

As if she doesn’t deserve that

When I know she does

She deserves the world

And I’ll give all of it to her

That I can

I’m on the phone 

When she comes out

Starts working on

Cinnamon christmas bread

When I hang up

There’s a curious look

In those deep blue eyes

But she doesn’t ask

So I get up

Wrap my arms around her waist

“That was just work” 

She stiffens

I’m breaking the unspoken rule

Not to mention 

The outside world

But she doesn’t know

I just quit

And broke my lease

That’ll cost me but

I can’t seem to care

When she’s pressed against me

There is nothing in the Midwest

That I need more than this

I turn her around

She smiles

But avoids my eyes

Trying to hide the hurt

That’s invaded the quiet moment

I lean in

As if I’m going to kiss her

And she relaxes into me

But I swerve 

At the last second

Nip her ear

Her startled jump

Knocks over the flour

Creating a small

White cloud

Over the table

I just laugh

And dodge her playful swat 

On the way to get a towel

The conversation is avoided

For now

I have to wait

For the perfect moment

Candles

Moonlight

Her favorite meal

Delivered 

She thinks

It’s my last night here

Maybe its cruel

To make her wait

And worry about the future

She’s been on edge

All day

Holding onto me

Just a little longer

A sad look

Crossing her features

Everytime she looks away

To her 

We’re standing on the edge

Of a cliff 

But she doesn’t know

I have a parachute 

I take her hand

Across the table

Teary eyes

Shining like sapphires

No matter how hard

She tries to hide it

The fear is clear

She can’t see 

A good future

The bubble has popped

And she’s just trying

To hold it together

For one more night

I hope she can feel 

How calm I am

And doesn’t interpret it

As not caring 

Or not feeling a loss

I squeeze her hand

Trying to pass on

The reassurance 

“Bliss,

Everything about you

Makes me happy

Happier than I’ve ever been

I can’t see a future 

Without you.”

A single tear escapes

Despite how hard

She tried to hold it

The dam is breaking

She thinks

This is a goodbye speech

The sight 

Causes my own tears to spill

I can’t stand

Seeing her upset

“I’m not leaving babe

I can’t go back

There is nothing 

That I want more than you” 

The hitch in her breath

Hope trying to spill out

She holds it back

“Irene,

You can’t just do that

You have a life

And I’m 

I’m not worth it” 

The words hit

Like a blow 

And I resist the urge

To throw something 

How can she say that? 

Doubt herself 

After everything 

It’s like she’s not listening 

Not understanding at least 

It’s infuriating 

That she can believe that

Even now

“It’s already done

I broke my lease

And quit my job

You’re worth 

Everything to me

I want to stay

As long as you want me” 

I can’t help the uncertainty

I feel like I know her

Know she wants me 

But, what if she scares herself

Doubts what this is?

Her face is flooding 

Smile cracking through

Hope filling her chest

I see the war

Behind it though

It’s not so easy

To just believe 

With everything she’s been through

With how many times

She’s been let down

So when her eyes brighten

I pull her into a hug

If I can just squeeze her tight enough

She’ll know I’m not letting go

She sobs into my chest

Trying to speak 

But keeps failing

I’ll hold her

As long as it takes

I know 

It’s relief 

That’s causing this

Finally she answers

“Yes

Yes I want you to stay.” 

Pt 7

We fall into 

A quiet rhythm

Over the years

Living together

Writing together 

No more fear 

Or uncertainty

Her smiles 

Are unrestrained 

She fully trusts 

With her body 

And mind

In the bedroom

There are ropes

Punishment and reward

Denial and release

And it sets free

A part of herself

She never knew

She finishes her book

Holding her breath 

For months

Getting it published

I encourage her

Every step along the way

When the box arrives

Filled with paperbacks

I hold her as he breaks down

I knew she could do it

And the book becomes a sensation

Not quite over night

Front and center

In bookstores

It’s own tag

On booktok

She can hardly believe it

But I’m not surprised at all

She’s incredibly talented

But she feels the pressure

To write another one

I try to get to her relax

Use some of the royalties

For a Hawaii vacation

Right there on the black sand beach

Salty sea spray

Throwing her sunstreaked gold hair

We exchange vows

The bright sun

And tears

Turn her eyes

The most beautiful blue

I’ve ever seen

Reflecting the endless oceans

That surround us

I would live here 

But what she really wants

Is security 

A guarantee 

That we’ll be safe

Even if the world ends

So we settle down

In the mountains 

Log cabin 

In the middle of nowhere

Plant potatoes

And raise chicken 

Rock on the porch 

Hand in hand 

This poem is dedicated to Happy Nielsen Thanks for the endless encouragment babe 😘