minutes of privacy.
Matt’s head popped up and he plastered a false pouty face on, dragging his feet back to where we stood.
I feel the same way, brother.
Sitting in my bed alone, thinking back on everything, thinking about her, I couldn’t ignore the throbbing heat between my legs any longer. My balls ached for release after fantasizing about a stranger for a week straight and then seeing her tonight only made it worse. I sat on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes as I pulled the elastic band of my boxer briefs down.
My eyes landed on the clock beside my bed. It was getting close to four o’clock in the morning and I was about to stroke myself off. Fuck.
I pictured her soulful gray eyes, her full lips, her tits rising and falling with each breath she took, her round ass that was neither too big nor too small, just enough to fill my hands.
I took a tentative stroke, working my hand down the length of my cock and back up. I cupped my aching balls with my other hand and gently massaged them, all the while imagining how her small hands would feel against my back, the bite of her nails raking down my fevered skin as I took her hard and fast—hard enough to push the limits between pleasure and pain.
A choked groan escaped my throat as I pictured her legs spread wide to accommodate me. How it would feel to push into her one scorching hot inch at a time.
I tightened my grip and stroked myself root to tip again.
Again.
Again.
My balls drew up tightly as my cock grew even harder. Pleasure seared its way through my veins and I shuddered again and again as my cock jutted outward, spilling my release in search for the woman I had been imagining. But she wasn’t there. She hadn’t fucked me. Not yet.
I was addicted and I hadn’t even had a proper taste yet.
Flor
Standards
“I still can’t believe you took off on him,” Matt said incredulously, shaking his head, wearing nothing but his tiny fitted trunk underwear.
“I didn’t take off. I diffused the situation—a situation that was beginning to make me consider turning into a major slut, mind you,” I said holding one finger up, resolutely.
Matt snorted in response, but bit his tongue.
“If I would have stayed, I would have given him the wrong impression and it would have been tough to behave myself. Standards, you know? I got his number, though,” I said, pulling my phone out of my back pocket to re-read the text he’d sent me early this morning. I smiled when I saw the name he’d entered in my phone.
Goliath: Thanks for stargazing with me, beautiful.
Me: Thank you for last night. I hope we can do it again soon.
Goliath: Count on it.
“All I’m saying is that man is worth turning into a slut for one night. I mean, wow .” Matt whistled.
“Do you think he will call?”
“He’s an idiot if he doesn’t, babe.” Matt pecked me on the cheek on his way back to the coffee pot for a warm up. “Did you see the way he was looking at you? He looked like he’d consume you whole.”
“I think he’s probably just one of those really intense types.”
“The only thing intense about him last night was how bad he clearly wanted to drag you to his bed.”
I smiled, feeling maybe a smidge triumphant. Okay, a lot triumphant. “So, what are we doing tonight?” I asked, hoping he wanted to return to Four-19.
“Cal asked me if I wanted to grab some dinner.” He shrugged, leaning against the edge of the counter with his coffee in his hands. He looked like an underwear model like that. I told him as much on a regular basis.
“So are you two a thing now?”
Matt shrugged noncommittally. “Kind of. I don’t know. We will see. I really like him.”
“He seems nice. I like him, too,” I said, thinking back to how kind and genuine he’d seemed at the art gallery.
“What are your plans for tonight?”
“Work. I have to work on the books. They will never be finished at the rate I’ve been going.”
“Good! Work. I order you to write
Matt’s head popped up and he plastered a false pouty face on, dragging his feet back to where we stood.
I feel the same way, brother.
Sitting in my bed alone, thinking back on everything, thinking about her, I couldn’t ignore the throbbing heat between my legs any longer. My balls ached for release after fantasizing about a stranger for a week straight and then seeing her tonight only made it worse. I sat on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes as I pulled the elastic band of my boxer briefs down.
My eyes landed on the clock beside my bed. It was getting close to four o’clock in the morning and I was about to stroke myself off. Fuck.
I pictured her soulful gray eyes, her full lips, her tits rising and falling with each breath she took, her round ass that was neither too big nor too small, just enough to fill my hands.
I took a tentative stroke, working my hand down the length of my cock and back up. I cupped my aching balls with my other hand and gently massaged them, all the while imagining how her small hands would feel against my back, the bite of her nails raking down my fevered skin as I took her hard and fast—hard enough to push the limits between pleasure and pain.
A choked groan escaped my throat as I pictured her legs spread wide to accommodate me. How it would feel to push into her one scorching hot inch at a time.
I tightened my grip and stroked myself root to tip again.
Again.
Again.
My balls drew up tightly as my cock grew even harder. Pleasure seared its way through my veins and I shuddered again and again as my cock jutted outward, spilling my release in search for the woman I had been imagining. But she wasn’t there. She hadn’t fucked me. Not yet.
I was addicted and I hadn’t even had a proper taste yet.
Flor
Standards
“I still can’t believe you took off on him,” Matt said incredulously, shaking his head, wearing nothing but his tiny fitted trunk underwear.
“I didn’t take off. I diffused the situation—a situation that was beginning to make me consider turning into a major slut, mind you,” I said holding one finger up, resolutely.
Matt snorted in response, but bit his tongue.
“If I would have stayed, I would have given him the wrong impression and it would have been tough to behave myself. Standards, you know? I got his number, though,” I said, pulling my phone out of my back pocket to re-read the text he’d sent me early this morning. I smiled when I saw the name he’d entered in my phone.
Goliath: Thanks for stargazing with me, beautiful.
Me: Thank you for last night. I hope we can do it again soon.
Goliath: Count on it.
“All I’m saying is that man is worth turning into a slut for one night. I mean, wow .” Matt whistled.
“Do you think he will call?”
“He’s an idiot if he doesn’t, babe.” Matt pecked me on the cheek on his way back to the coffee pot for a warm up. “Did you see the way he was looking at you? He looked like he’d consume you whole.”
“I think he’s probably just one of those really intense types.”
“The only thing intense about him last night was how bad he clearly wanted to drag you to his bed.”
I smiled, feeling maybe a smidge triumphant. Okay, a lot triumphant. “So, what are we doing tonight?” I asked, hoping he wanted to return to Four-19.
“Cal asked me if I wanted to grab some dinner.” He shrugged, leaning against the edge of the counter with his coffee in his hands. He looked like an underwear model like that. I told him as much on a regular basis.
“So are you two a thing now?”
Matt shrugged noncommittally. “Kind of. I don’t know. We will see. I really like him.”
“He seems nice. I like him, too,” I said, thinking back to how kind and genuine he’d seemed at the art gallery.
“What are your plans for tonight?”
“Work. I have to work on the books. They will never be finished at the rate I’ve been going.”
“Good! Work. I order you to write
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