1: Moving in With a Wub-Master
The Love of a DJ
”You know, I've learned a lot from every person I've collaborated with, from Madlib to Jean Grae and Hi-Tek, to Mos to DJ Quik, to even somebody like Jermaine Dupri. I've taken something important away from every experience.”
-Talib Kweli
***
You did it. After so long, you finally asked. The year-or-so wait was enough for you, and you had to ask her. The look on her face; those bright, magenta eyes lit up like stars. She showered you with kisses, bursting with joy, and even lifted the both of you with her magic. The moment was a dream come true, much like meeting the girl -- or mare, in this case -- of your dreams.
It took a lot to muster up the courage to ask her, though. You only started dating after she approached you in a nightclub you visited. When you were there, you knew quite a lot about her. She was talented at what she did. The music she produced was beyond the level of what you could even dream to create. You were talented yourself, but you could learn a great deal more from her than anyone else you knew.
But that moment in your mind was so far away. When you first asked to buy her a drink, and she said yes, everything hit off from there. You went back to her place, you started to do a lot of things people and ponies shouldn't do on a first date, and you never regretted a bit of it. The moment you woke up next to her the morning after was . . . perfect.
Now, however . . . things are much different, in a good way. Her hairstyle, her DJ'ing, her magenta glasses that matched her eyes, her toned body . . . Everything about her changed from pretty to drop-dead gorgeous. You mostly guessed it was a relationship thing, something that only people in relationships could understand.
Knowing that your relationship had progressed to a "whole nuvva leva" -- as some of your friends might say -- was ridiculously exciting. Asking her just made it more . . . perfect. From perfect, to even more perfect. That's how you like to name it. Knowing you asked her . . .
Asked her to move in . . . having her say "yes" . . . knowing that now, you’ll be able to be with her even more.
***
"Hrmph! How many more boxes, Vinyl?" you ask as the two boxes you’re carrying into the living space are getting increasingly heavy.
"The last cart-load is coming in. Just my DJ equipment," Vinyl responds from the other room. Your jaw drops in disbelief.
"What?! You mean this isn't your equipment?!" You can't help but yell. Carrying all that heavy stuff is just plain exhausting.
"Well, no. It's mostly clothes, shoes, and some other fun things." You face-palm as Vinyl comes out of the room. You can hear her giggle.
Her laugh. Always brightens my day. You can't help but smile as she laughs. It’s like a newborn baby, only times ten on the cuteness scale. You look over at her, at her beautiful eyes, smiling with glee. She returns the smile happily, her snout crinkling a little.
*knock, knock, knock*
"Moment ruined," you mutter to yourself.
"Must be the rest of the stuff. Thank Celestia you paid them a bit extra to carry that up for us. I think you would've collapsed by now." She lets out a laugh, walking out of the living space.
You can't help but agree. Although you are a DJ as well, most of your nights are now spent relaxing, and your muscles don't approve. A little workout here and there couldn't hurt a bit for your body. You make a mental note, then walk to the door to help finish the moving.
As you do, you see the movers say their goodbyes and walk out of the doorway. Vinyl is holding a large box in her hands, her head peeking around the edge. Her face is scrunched up in concentration, and you can't help but laugh as she struggles with it.
"You want to carry it, tough guy?" she grunts, moving past you. You shake your head.
After about twenty more minutes of dragging boxes to your living space, you grab a chair and sit down. It was tiring work, but well worth it. Although asking her to move in was hard, you know that there are plenty of benefits. You have a living space, a small kitchen and dining room, and two bedrooms in your apartment -- complete with one bathroom.
The dining room is fairly big, and attaches nicely to the kitchen, which has a squared-off counter for distinction between the two. From the dining room to the living space, there are two couches that could fit at least four people or ponies, along with a loveseat. You didn't bother setting up anything else, as the rest would be filled by Vinyl's DJ equipment, anyways.
The two bedrooms are mostly basic, each having their own closet. Unfortunately, the downside would be sharing the bathroom. You aren't quite comfortable with showing your naked form to Vinyl, but she didn’t seem to mind giving you hints of her own every now and then.
As you revel over your decent apartment, you see Vinyl plop herself down on the couch. Having a moment to yourselves, you realize she's changed her clothing a bit. She’s wearing a white sweater, which matches her white coat, along with black stockings and a high-rising skirt. A bit too high-rising . . . You think as you catch a glimpse of her ass, as well as a pair of black panties.
Being the gentleman you are, you stand up, walk over to where she's laying down, and gently tug at her skirt, pulling it down so it's less revealing. She sits fully up and stares at you for a moment, question on her face.
"Your skirt was a bit high. Lowered it a little for you." You smile, brushing a hand gently through her luscious blue-hued mane.
"Pssh. Didn't enjoy looking?" She smirks, and you just let out a chortle.
"Of course, but I’ve got to have some decency. Nice panties, by the way." Vinyl lets out a giggle, which makes you smile in return.
She leans forward a bit, placing her hands gently on your neck and pulling you close. Her lips brush against yours, and you can't help but feel butterflies float around in your stomach. Vinyl's kisses are always beautiful. It connects the bond between the both of you, and she knows it. You always tell her how her kisses are like velvet; you never want to pull away from such a soft, plushy surface.
You can only return the kiss, softly mimicking the opposing motions of her kiss. You can feel her tongue pierce through your lips and slide past your teeth, gently patting against the inside of your mouth. Your tongues collide back and forth, doing a soft, playful wrestle, before Vinyl retreats.
The kiss stops, and you open your eyes as she pulls away. Vinyl's face shows the same joy she had when you told her you wanted to have her move in. She grins from ear-to-ear, and it makes you ever-more the happier. Vinyl soon sits up, sitting over the edge of the couch, and starts to speak.
"So, whaddya wanna do?" she questions, and you think it over for a moment.
Plenty we could do. Unpack all this damned equipment, go get a bite to eat, take a stroll around town . . . How about the latter with a bit of the center? You smile and then respond, "How about we go out 'n' about and get something to eat?" Vinyl smiles at this, standing up.
"Sounds good to me! Kind of hungry, anyways." She starts to walk over to the doorway that leads out of the living space, but you stop her, quickly grabbing her hand.
"Wait, aren't you going to change that skirt?" you ask, and Vinyl shakes her head, grinning devilishly.
"Nope. Letting ponies know that they're missing out on something good. Besides, when they see us kissing, they'll be so green-eyed!" She giggles, and you can't help but agree.
Although you hate showing off, it is nice when she shows herself off for you, and makes it prominent that you two are in a loving relationship. It makes you feel as if she wants you, and that alone is enough to satisfy your love. Although you've been thinking about pushing just a bit more with your relationship . . . But, that's for later. Right now, lunch!
***
The annoyance level of the apartment elevator is high for you. Using it is impossible, because it seems both the ponies and people here have a fetish for pressing every button; they constantly get on and off at each and every floor, making your descent much slower than intended.
Alongside that, every time you’ve entered the elevator with Vinyl, it seemed it was always packed with a group who didn't know how to shower, or seemed to pass gas. It’s awful. Also, there would usually be some fanboy/girl who wanted an autograph from Vinyl. Kind of crazy, but expected.
After the trauma from the gas-filled elevator, you and Vinyl make your way outside, walking the streets of the city. You remember it being named 'Manehattan', much similar to the borough of Manhattan, back where you came from. The city is massive, populated by big towers and centers of trade; it’s an evolving world of stone and industry. Although it seems boring to look at, it’s remarkable how fast these ponies evolve.
"So, where do you want to go? Tavern? Cafe?" You look at Vinyl, who's standing next to you.
Her hand glides to yours, her fingers intertwining with your own as she gently holds your hand. "I think we should head to a restaurant." Vinyl suggests, her large magenta eyes begging quietly.
You smile and nod, continuing to hold her hand as you start walking forward with her.
Although an actual restaurant is much more expensive than what you suggested, she deserves it. Vinyl makes you happy, and you'd do anything to make her happy . . . even if it means sacrificing a few hundred dollars -- or bits, in this case. You always worry about money; the flat you now own is quite expensive, and you wanted to impress Vinyl when the moment would arise -- you two living together.
It never phased her, though. You always try to impress Vinyl. You DJ, you compete against others, you always try to do things better than everyone, for her. You worry that she thinks down on you because you're not good at everything else. She's perfect with everything, it seems. Perfect body, mane, ass ratio, leg ratio, DJ'ing skills, celebrity status . . . It makes you feel inferior to her.
Why'd she choose me . . . ? What if it was some other schmuck sitting at the bar . . . ? Would she be with them, now? You sigh internally, mulling over these negative thoughts.
You look over at Vinyl, seeing that she's humming blissfully. The sunlight beams down on her face, making her appear like a goddess. You're walking in the shadows of the trees above, making you feel as dark as your mood.
"Hey, something up?" You hear her voice, and look over. She's frowning.
Did I do something wrong? "Besides the sky? Nothing. Why?"
She shakes her head at your remark. "You seem . . . different. Are you sure nothing's wrong?"
You shake your head and Vinyl shrugs.
Why is she so . . . perfect? Why can't I be perfect like her . . . ? More negative thoughts cloud your vision. You know you're being irrational -- you see this happen to your friends, and always give them dating advice. They come to you. the dating master, for help. Why is it so much different when you're placed in their shoes?
"Hey! That looks like a good spot!" Vinyl points a finger somewhere, then starts tugging on your arm.
You responds by flailing your legs around, trying to keep balance. After a minute of running to keep up with her excited pace, you arrive at the place she had spotted.
"The Linguine Cuisine. Sounds interesting." You look up at the name, reading it over yourself.
The sign is a plated with gold, the letters of the restaurant name written in a cursive white. Underneath the sign is a simple door, with brick material around it. I doesn’t seem too inviting, but it's where Vinyl wants to go. Wait . . . doesn't linguine have meat in it . . . ? You think about this, but feel Vinyl tugging at you.
"C'mon, slowpoke!" You just chuckle and walk forward, opening the door for Vinyl.
She smiles at the gesture, and walks in. You follow behind her, and see that this small restaurant is a lot grander on the inside. Golden chandeliers hang from the ceiling, all connected by gilded leaf chains. The walls of the restaurant are lined with marble and mahogany, resembling pillars and multiple pieces of art. All of the tables are neatly laid out, and many high-class-looking people are situated around the room.
"Ah, good evening, sir and madam. How may I be of assistance to your fine tastes?" You look over to see the greeter, a light brown pony dressed in a crisp white shirt with tie, standing at a wooden podium.
"Table for two, I guess?" you question, and he nods.
"Well, seeing as we have no more reservations coming in, I assume it'd be best to get you both situated." The greeter gestures to you as he picks up two booklets and slides them under his arm.
Must be menus, you assume.
The greeter leads you over to a corner of the room, near the back. He places the menus on the table and pulls the chairs out for you. He smiles to you both and leaves you be. Vinyl looks at you, smiling.
"I choose good, don't I?" She smirks at you, and you nod.
"Yeah. Time to see what they serve . . . " You open the menu, as does Vinyl, and look it over.
It's mostly an assortment of veggie-like dishes, with special orders of linguine. Seeing that you didn't mind pasta, you decide to order a veggie-linguine with some Chardonnay, 1892. You’re surprised as you note the date on the wine; seeing as this world is fairly new to human goods, getting imports that fast is impressive.
You look at Vinyl, setting down your menu. She does so as well, and smiles.
"Going to get some salad-infused pasta. What're you getting?" Her head tilts slightly, a bit of her mane falling over her left eye.
"Chardonnay with veggie-linguine." Vinyl nods and the greeter from before walks over, gazing down at the both of you.
"So, have you made up your minds?" He holds a notepad and pen in his hands, and you nod, gesturing to Vinyl.
"I'll get the salad-infused pasta--"
"--and I'll get a bottle of Chardonnay with veggie-linguine."
The greeter-turned-waiter writes the orders down. "Would you like a side salad with your linguine?" You nod, seeing as it wouldn’t kill to have a few more veggies. "Very good, sir and madam. I shall return shortly." He leaves quickly, and you find yourself alone once more with Vinyl.
You and Vinyl start going over some of the daily topics: music, DJ'ing, friends, family, a bit of the day’s politics, et cetera. After a couple minutes, your food arrives, and you both enjoy it happily. You become so caught up in such a blissful moment that you don't notice the waiter place the bill in front of you. After having him poke you a few times, you glance down and stare at the large number.
"Two hundred and forty-seven bits?" You sigh. That's a huge dent in your budget. But, it's Vinyl. You want her happy. You immediately pull out your wallet and hand him the Equestrian equivalent of a debit card: a de-bit card. He takes off with the bit of plastic and disappears. When he returns, he politely thanks you for your business and states he hopes to see you again soon. Your expression changes from blissful happiness to droning negativity. Vinyl frowns at you again.
"So, going to tell me what's bugging you?" Vinyl's concerned expression is resolute, her mouth not twisted in a frown nor a smile. Her eyes aren't gleaming with her usual prideful joy, but instead with deep concentration.
I'm a loser . . . Why're you with me? "Nothing, why?" You attempt a smile, but she shakes her head.
"Don't lie. You're bad at it. Something is eating at you, and I want to know what it is." You sigh and gaze at her. Vinyl is dead serious this time, and you can't lie your way through it.
"I . . . " you start. "Why're you with me, Vinyl?"
She's immediately taken aback. "What kind of question is that? I love you, that's why."
You sigh again. "That's not what I meant. Why're you with me? Not someone else who's perfect like you are?" Vinyl looks as though she's going to respond, but you stop her by continuing. "What if it was some other guy sitting at the bar that night? What if it hadn’t been me? Everything about you is perfect, and you choose such a . . . loser." You sigh, thinking over a few things. You know she won't respond, so you continue.
"All my life, I've aspired to be some sort of musician. I am now, and I sort of have fame. But you, you're just beyond anything I've seen. You're the greatest thing I've ever had contact with, and I love you more than anything. But . . . I could never match you. I'm so inferior to you, and you're just . . . you're a goddess to me. Why'd you choose such a peasant?"
Vinyl's expression changes completely, and she leans forward, pointing a finger at you. "Don't you ever call yourself a loser or a peasant.” Her eyes are hard and accusing, but they soften after a moment. “You're so much more than that. I chose you because I heard so many good things about you. My friends told me you were nice, caring, and, above all else, humble. I knew who you were long before you came to that bar, and I respect you as a musician and a lover."
"Then why do I feel the need to impress you? This meal was expensive, and I paid for it to show I'm loaded . . . I try my best to out-DJ you, but it's impossible. I try to do things I've never done before because I want you to be impressed." Vinyl sighs at your comments, speaking up again.
"You think I care if you're rich or poor? Yeah, you're a great DJ, but I've been doing it since I was a filly, and it's my special talent. Sure, there's others better than me, but you don't need to impress me. You impressed me before I met you. There's no need to try so hard. I love you for you. Stop trying to be somepony you're not, okay?"
You look down at the table, ashamed with how much negativity you’ve brought into this moment. You wish you weren't so corrupt with such thoughts. It causes problems like this, and it just makes things worse. Why do I do these things? Is this why I’ve never found love before . . . ? You let out a long sigh. You feel something brush under your chin, pulling your head up. It's Vinyl's soft fingers, making you look into her eyes.
"I love you, and I always will. No matter what. You're the greatest thing in my life, and nothing will change that." Vinyl smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back.
"Sorry. I just . . . I always get these thoughts, an--" She presses a finger to your lips and giggles.
"Shhh." She leans in, kissing you softly. Your lips connect and make your heart flutter as always. After a moment, she pulls away.
"I love you . . . " You remind her, as sincerely as possible. Vinyl's smile returns once again.
"Let's head back. I'm tired and I want to snuggle," she suggests playfully. You oblige happily.
***
By the time you return to the flat, the sun has completely set and shrouded the apartment in darkness. However, there is an under-glow spread around the edges of each room, making it light up with a neon-blue colour. It looks great, and feels amazing to bask in. Something only a DJ like you and Vinyl could understand.
"Wow. New feature, or something?" Vinyl giggles, heading to the living space and settling herself down on the couch.
"Eeyup." You chuckle, going to the same couch and sitting next to her.
This is the time. Ask her. Your mind aches with the question. It's only a little push. You only had it once. Do it again. Do it. Fucking do it, damn it. You're a man, do it! Ever since earlier today, maybe a bit longer, you’ve wanted to just push a bit further in your relationship with her. You want more of it, badly. The first time was great, but this would be different, passionate, loving. It'd be more.
You want sex. And you want to push for it.
"So, Vinyl . . . " Vinyl's ears perk up, and she gazes over at you; a cute smile spreads across her face.
"I was curious . . . Feel free to say ‘no’, I mean, it's only been a day but . . . I kind of . . . " You cough, a bit nervous. It becomes more apparent since you keep scratching your neck.
"I kind of want to . . . push our relationship a tad bit further . . . I, uhm . . . Basically, I'm asking if . . . y'know, if you're comfortable with it. Feel free to say 'no', I don't mind, but--" Vinyl's finger presses against your lips and she lets out a soft chuckle.
"Yes. I want to have sex with you." You smile, and you know you probably have the goofiest expression on your face.
"I've been thinking about it quite a bit, and I know you have, too. So, why not? We've only had it once." She smiles and you can’t help but feel relieved at having a lot of weight off your shoulders.
Vinyl slowly moves closer to you, sitting on your lap. You feel her hands press against your shoulders, pushing you back against the couch. Vinyl's legs are in a kneeling position at your thighs, and she continues to slowly move closer to you. Although it’s dark, you can easily see her beautiful form.
You place your hands on her hips as she moves closer, her muzzle pressing against your cheek, then her lips contacting with yours. You both kiss, pushing at each other’s lips and beginning a tongue war, once again. As the kissing progresses, your hands slide under her skirt, traveling to her ass.
As you do so, you can hear her giggle between colliding kisses. Your hands softly squeeze her buttocks, them being tender, plump and soft. Her coat makes it even better for you, as it’s wonderfully soft. After a moment of this squeezing, Vinyl pulls out of the kiss and stares at you lovingly.
Her eyes glisten with a hint of ecstasy. Her body is heating up, especially near her nethers, which sits on top of yours now. She wants you. You know it. But, before you can do anything to her, she responds by sliding down, off of you, moving to your zipper, and slowly unzipping it.
"I want to repay you for being such an excellent lover . . . Then you can show me how much more of a lover you are . . . " she says in a husky tone, giggling. You understand what Vinyl means, and you don't dare stop her.
Your zipper is fully unzipped, and her hands undo the belt you wear. Your pants are slowly dragged down your legs, her eyes never leaving yours. Soon, you can feel both her hands sliding up your calves, then under your legs, up your inner thighs, and to your thin boxers. You had been attempting to hold back the urge to get an erection, but it’s now becoming increasingly hopeless.
Her right hand gently slides to where your bulging member is, and softly strokes your shaft through your thin undergarments. Her gaze never leaves you, but you let out groans of enjoyment. Vinyl smiles seductively, and soon starts to tug at the lip of your underwear.
In seconds, it is pulled off of you, and your member is exposed to her. Vinyl gazes at it, its glory in front of her face. You can only wear a goofy grin, and Vinyl immediately sets to work. You feel her tongue gently slide up your shaft, slowly swirling to the tip. The velvety feeling it gives makes your heart beat twice as fast, and you can feel your own member pulsating freely in her right hand. It’s powerfully exciting, and you want more.
As if reading your mind, Vinyl gives in to your unspoken demands. Her lips slowly suckle on the tip of your glorified member, and slowly starts to greet it with a bob or two. You let a few moans and groans escape your lips, telling her she is doing everything right. After a minute of her slow bobbing, Vinyl lets more of it dive into her mouth. You can feel her tongue caressing the shaft, and the insides of her cheeks encasing it with her moist saliva.
Vinyl's head bobs up and down your entire member, the muffled sucking sound echoing in the room. On top of that, moans are escaping your mouth from how much you are enjoying this. It feels like hours go by with Vinyl sucking on your manhood, greeting it with a new speed and lubrication each time. But all good things come a good end. You feel yourself ready to explode.
"Vinyl . . . I . . . " Immediately as you begin, she pulls herself off. You didn't ejaculate like you expected, and you know this is a trick.
"If you want the rest, you gotta please me, first." Vinyl lets off a giggle.
"I see how it is . . . " You stand up, sliding fully out of your pants and boxers, and watch her lay on the floor -- on her back.
You slowly kneel down, then climb on top of her, between her legs. You start kissing her neck, knowing it’s always a sweet spot for a woman. Vinyl's hands grip your upper arms, gently squeezing your muscles. You ignore it, continuing your kissing.
You descend down from her neck to her chest. Realizing she still has her sweater on, you gently tug at the bottom of it, lift up her arms, and slide it off. You're greeted by the two bulging halves of her black-laced bra. You slide your hands to them. Softly, you squeeze them, feeling the tenderness of Vinyl’s breasts cupped within. Although they’re small, they still feel good to play with. Besides, you’re mostly an ass man. Vinyl's breasts are fine as they are.
Vinyl lets a few moans escape above you as your caress her tender breasts. Slowly, you ease yourself further downward, sliding yourself to her stomach. You watch for a moment as your breath gently parts the soft hair of her white coat, then kiss her belly tenderly before continuing down.
You finally lead yourself to her skirt. You lift it up gently, letting it sit on her stomach, and reveal her black-lace panties. You can see through some of of the lace, and notice she’s moist below. You look up, smirking.
"Jeez, getting ready for me already, huh?" Vinyl lets out a breathy laugh.
"Y-yeah . . . mmm . . . " Vinyl lets out a soft moan, gently placing her hands on your head.
You feel her fingers brush through your hair, and you bring your fingers to her panties' lip. You tug them down and off her legs to reveal the prize: her moist marehood. It glistens in the dim light, coated in her juices already. To top it off, you can see the already swollen clit poking out the tip of the vulva.
Seeing it as an opportunity to tease, you ease your index to her labia, slowly massaging it. Slow, circular motions are what you make, and Vinyl responds with a loud moan. You only smile, gazing at your work. Her marehood gives off a delicious, musky scent, and it makes you more eager to please such a wanting mare.
You make your way closer to her clitoris, teasing her further. Vinyl's fingers wrap around ends of your hair, softly tugging and pushing you to her marehood.
"Dammit . . . " Vinyl pronounces your name, cursing softly, "please me, for fuck's sake . . . ! Mmmm . . . !" She lets out another moan, and you oblige.
Slowly, your tongue parts your lips, and gently slides against her labia. It pushes against her lips, parting them gently, and eagerly rubs against Vinyl's clitoris. You swirl your tongue in circles, vibrating it gently as you please her clit. Vinyl lets out louder moans, her hands massaging your scalp, feeling oddly relaxing.
You decide to make your hand useful, seeing as your tongue is busy. You put your index and middle finger together, and slowly slide them within her wanting pussy. It's tight around your fingers, and very soft, too. The moistness makes it much easier to slide in, and soon you start pushing in and out. Your tongue joins every now and then, getting to the underside of Vinyl's swollen clit.
Her moans pitch up to light screams. As you push your fingers further, wiggling them around in her moist snatch, she finally lets off a scream. You pull your tongue away, and see Vinyl looking down at you. She's smiling with pleasure, a bit of drool leaking from her mouth, and her eyes glazed over.
"I . . . ohhh . . . goddess, yes . . . l-love you . . . " Vinyl whispers shakily.
You smile at her, and just as you're about to begin again, her hand grips your wrist -- pulling your fingers out.
"I want all of you . . . so badly . . . I want you inside me . . . Please . . . " Vinyl begs you, as she brings your moist fingers to her mouth and slowly sucks on them. That’s enough to convince you.
You pull your hand away from her mouth, and gently push Vinyl onto her back, placing yourself on top of her. Her magenta eyes gaze up at you, and she smiles with euphoria. Your erect member is poised just above her marehood, ready to strike at any moment. As if on cue, she pulls you in for a kiss, and your cock is thrust into her.
It is beyond tight. The grip around your manhood was strong, but moist, making it easy to slide in and out. Vinyl constantly lets out a stifled moan while you kiss, and you start to thrust into her. You start off slow, but Vinyl's hands grip onto your buttocks and force you to push in harder. Her quieted moans are now screams as you push deep into her. You open your left eye a bit to see she has tears leaking from her eyes. It’s hurting her, but she wants it.
You start thrusting harder into her, pulling out of the kiss to make it easier. Vinyl screams of pain and pleasure as you push into her tight snatch. The screams aren't something you enjoy, fearing it was seriously hurting her, but they eventually calm down into moans.
"Ohh . . . y-yes . . . That feels so good . . . mmm!" Her body shakes as you push into her further.
You sit up on your knees, and she wraps her legs around your waist. You thrust deeply into her wet marehood, pushing as far as you can and as hard as you can. Although this is less-than-passionate, it feels beautiful and blissful. You are so close, and her pussy tightens further around your cock. That alone is enough to tell you it’s okay.
"Y-yes! YES!" Vinyl screams at the top of her lungs as you thrust one last time, ejaculating deeply within her . You find yourself breathing erratically, and you can't help but slowly collapse onto her.
Her arms wrap tightly around you, her lips softly kissing your cheeks. This moment is beautiful, and you don’t ever want it to end. You eventually start thinking back to the beginning of your relationship. How she asked you to come back to her place . . . how you started dating . . . the very first kiss . . . the first "I love you" . . . the first gigs together. Then you asked her to move in . . . And now, you're having sex with the love of your life . . .
"Vinyl . . . ?" you whisper softly into her ear.
"Mmmm . . . ?" Vinyl moans gently back to you.
"I love you . . . I never want this to end." You smile to yourself. Your heart races deeply for her response.
The feeling you get when you say "I love you" . . . When you kiss. When you share a bond together. It's like completing a circuit between you. Vinyl is the wire grounded, and you're the battery to power it up. You already know how much she loves you, but every time she says it to you, it only brings more affection. Vinyl is truly the love of your life, beyond what any human could give.
"I love you too . . . and this will never end . . . " Vinyl whispers, her hug tightening around you . . .
The End.