alexcat | Slash Prompt #4

#4-- The theme of this snippet is to be 'silk'. Length must be under 200 words.

I always think of silk when I see him. Everything about him is smooth and silken… his skin, his hair, the way he moves when he doesn’t know I am watching him.

I had my bedding made of silk, my clothes, everything… because it reminded me of him. I rub it against my skin at night and wonder where he is. He used to grace my bed. But I was jealous and I was cruel and I sent him away. He begged me not to. He told me he had been faithful; he told me he loved only me. I laughed and cast him out.

It was not he who was unfaithful, my silken boy. It was I. I took others to my bed, delighting in their whorish skills while he sat alone and crying.

Now he rides the desert on his big black stallion and I sit here alone among my servants and slaves, surrounded by my silken bonds.

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