I am losing my f*****g head.
This is woman is going to be my downfall. Who am I kidding? I have already crossed the line beyond repair. I let the redheaded siren leave first, seeing her saunter off, soaking wet and poisonous, f*****g lethal. I clench my jaw to tap down my boiling frustration with myself. I am never careless, nor this damn infatuated. I turn and tighten my fist wanting something to punch, I take a desperate breath, and slowly exhale. Count to ten, get a hold of yourself, you weak bastard.
I want her.
I smile rudely, thinking I am getting a taste of my own medicine.
I am my own worst enemy.
She's might be playing you...
No.
In the past I have always found women irrational and irritating, wanting more from me than I willing to give. I need s*x like the air that I breat
