Hush, Knight

He hauled my e-scooter up to the fifth floor. A cozy little nest for a summer romance. It’s sweltering; all I want is to be completely naked. With you.

"A new love slays the old," a medieval classic once wrote. This guy’s powerful, albeit slightly weathered body could be put to a myriad of delicious uses. The delightful perk of massive suitors is how effortlessly they make you feel like Thumbelina. You can unleash all your relentless energy upon them—go ahead, they won't break.

There were no riveting conversations to be had with him. There are simply some guys whose tongues are meant for things other than words. And honestly, that’s a plus. It’s highly preferable they stay quiet as much as possible—leaving your imagination to fill in the blanks, painting a brutal, intensely sexual, brooding hero out of legend. Because that "rugged boorishness"—which might have passed for good breeding in D’Artagnan’s musketeer regiment—is best kept under wraps.

Tumbling in the sheets, it’s intoxicating to revel in the sensation of a battle lost by design, when the conqueror's triumph is even sweeter than the clash itself. After all, he ravages his prey with such ferocious zeal...

And then to embrace endlessly afterward, just long enough for the fierce barbarian to catch his breath and dive into that intoxicating, wordless dialogue all over again.

Nelli Verkhovska PhD in Psychology For more on alternative relationships, check out my YouTube channel