The soil of a man's heart is stonier

You met him the second day here, and you asked him for directions. He seemed a mess with you asking him anything, and you worried maybe you had made the wrong choice. He was quick to apologize for being standoffish and eagerly showed you around. Harold made you laugh the entire time, showing you places that others probably had never seen before. He made you feel so light and happy. So for this reason alone, you didn’t want to leave Ogunquit just yet.

This blooming friendship caught fire and it erupted in a flame completely. The first week you were here, you knew you were into Harold. You two hung out in dive bars, listening to punk and grunge bands play, and the liquor gave him courage. Then one night, he kissed you. You didn’t pull away. 

It didn’t take long for you to truly fall for him either. He read poetry to you(sometimes his own), you two walked barefoot in the warm sand at night after sunset, and he made you feel like a loved and desired human being. On his side of things, Harold never felt anything quite like this.

Fran Goldsmith who?

He was head over heels for you. You had made yourself very clear from the get go, reminding him you weren’t meant to stay in this town. But the more you stayed, the more you made excuses as to why your stay was extended. Eventually, people caught on when they saw you with Harold. They found it sweet that he had found someone to get along with.

You two had shared his bed often, and you were just staying the night in Harold’s one bedroom apartment more often than you were staying in the little inn by the sea. So he just suggested you stay with him, and that sure made things easier. Harold became your true lover, and you knew you couldn’t leave Ogunquit even if you tried.

One day, you and Harold drive down the coastline to find somewhere just to be yourselves. Alone and private. A cooler sits in the backseat of your jeep. There’s soft indie music playing on your tape player in the car. Harold has a book of intimate poetry with him. And you find the perfect little piece of beach to be alone on.

It’s a beautiful day, and it feels like you two are the only two on earth. Harold blushes when you strip down completely nude, but he follows suit. The water feels heavenly on your bodies as you swim out. 

He holds you in his arms, keeping you close. The way the sun shines on your face makes you look like an angel, and Harold is so sure that you are indeed an angel. The way you always make him feel loved has him convinced you are not of this earth.

The two of you swim for some time before climbing onto the blanket that has been warmed by the sun that lies on the sand. He feeds you grapes and chilled wine while he reads poetry all about sex and love. You listen attentively, loving the way his voice takes on a deeper tone whenever he’s talking about this subject matter.

It doesn’t take long for your lips to meet, and even less long for you two to begin making out. The breeze makes the air on your body stand on end, or was that Harold’s sweet caresses? You couldn’t quite tell. It feels like you were always meant to be in his embrace.

You push him down and straddle him. His cheeks burn when he realizes what this means. It’s not like he doesn’t want to do it, but he does wonder if anyone will come by this way and see the two of you.

“We’re really going to fuck here?” his voice cracks. “What if someone sees us?”

You tenderly caress his cheeks. “It’s okay. We’re alone.”

He loves the way you always seem to quiet his insecurities and his troubles. Your lips feel so good on his, and your pussy is already so wet and hot. Harold can easily slide two of his fingers into you, wanting nothing more than to prep for his cock. He brings you to orgasm with ease, knowing all the spots to stimulate.

And then he flips you over, bringing your legs to rest on his hips. He slides into you, moaning your name as your walls flutter around him so perfectly. If he could pick a moment to stay in forever, this would be the one he would choose. The way you look up at him with those eyes so full of love, so full of desire.

Harold grunts as he begins to rock his hips. All fear of being caught has gone with the summer breeze. All that matters right now is you and him, and you’re both in this moment together. His lips find yours as he begins to fuck you a bit harder, and you moan his name so perfectly. 

The pace he’s set has you both on edge so fast. You cling to him, rocking your hips to match his movements. The way you keep mewling his name has him nearly coming undone. He’s controlling his pace, but it’s difficult. He reaches between you both, rubbing your swollen clit in firm circles.

“Let go for me, beautiful.”

Your eyes screw shut and you cry out his name to the ocean and the air. Your body is suspended in pure euphoria, and nothing could ever compare to this. Harold finishes soon after, painting your insides white. He holds onto you, grunting and gasping as the pleasure takes hold of him completely.

And then the two of you come down from the most blissful high you’ve ever had. He kisses you sweetly, cupping your cheeks. He’s on an entirely different level of love and affection and he’s never had this before.

“You have my heart, sweetheart. You have it.”

You smile and kiss him. “I won’t break it. I promise.”

Harold smiles, and it’s a genuine smile. He presses kisses all over your face, staying buried inside of you. He doesn’t want this moment to end too soon.

“I’m staying, Harold. I want to stay in Ogunquit. Can I stay with you?” Your heart is pounding in your chest.

He captures your lips in a sweet kiss. “You can always stay with me.”