Lorraine comes to me in the night, her tears soaking my shirt, as she lies crying on my bed her head buried between my breasts. The man she so cared for was gone. He had played her like a fool by saying yes when he meant no, saying no when he meant yes then leaving it as a "maybe" or a "later". He had found someone he said, someone that he was tuned into. What did that mean? Was he not “tuned” into Lorraine when they were together? I was told that he was tuned into her when they were in bed, maybe that was all he needed from her.

“Insensitive Bastard!” I rail, “Son of a bitch!” I cry as Lorraine’s sobs are smothered against me. I stroke her hair and tell her how a caring and wonderful person she is and that he does not deserve a person like her anyways.

She understands and looks in my eyes and hugs me. I remove my tear-stained shirt and lay with her for hours soothing her in the only way a woman can. We talk of past lives and past loves as we have hundreds of times before. Lorraine and I may go our separate ways in love but we will always return to each other in the end.

She reaches up and kisses me and I feel her pain. She needs loving tonight and I am willing to grant her this wish. “Je T’aime.” She whispered and I reply, “Yes, I love you too.” We embrace as passion builds a bridge connecting us. Our bodies entwine and my mouth finds hers. Our ardor is therapy for her tortured soul. I am the medicine to alleviate her pain.

I slowly help her undress and she helps me. We hungrily discover each other’s flame with our mouths and Lorraine screams in agony and desire as I taste her sweetness. I am to pleasure you Lorraine, use me to you to lessen your heartache.

She comes as I suck her breasts, she comes as I stroke her thighs, she comes as I lick at her bud, she comes and washes away her past. She plays with my hair like she always does as I embrace her moistened mound and I know she is on the road to recovery. Her heated moans fill the bedroom and spur me on. I will have my way with her tonight and she will be a stronger woman when the morning comes.

“Je me jouisse!” She cries as orgasmic bliss takes her away.

She beckons to me and I abandon myself to her. Her feathery kisses and tastes incite my passion for her. As she takes my breasts, I come. Her attentions move to my loins and I come like a rocket. I am spent but I pleasure Lorraine again and propel her to orgasmic fervor.

Lorraine draws my head up from her loins and we kiss, sharing our succulent juices. She is smiling again but the pain is not spent. It will be there, but so will I be to lessen it.