Theodore
Clenching my shirt, which must be drenched with sweat, I let my hand glide down my body, landing on the growing bulge in my pants.
“Oh, f**k,” I rasp, my thoughts spiraling as I try to grasp the sense of what happened to me.
I knew that my shadow man was everything to me.
But my boss isn’t him.
He just looks like him.
It is simply a stupid coincidence.
A fever dream without any connotation.
Maybe I have once seen him in the streets and have started making him the main lead of my fantasies.
But hell…
Moving fast, I barge into the first stall I can reach and close myself in.
I breathe heavily, my heart beating into my throat and after a fight with my two, may I add horny as f**k, inner wolves, I start tearing at my buttons, opening my pants like a madman.
Low
