RHYS
I woke up alone, the rays of sunlight from my window my only companion. After having s*x for the third time, Red Streaks had declared herself tired. Unwilling to seem clingy, I let her go to her room.
You, clingy? Who knew?
“I am not clingy!” I roared, pushing my sheets away. I had overslept, a rare occurrence because I usually found it hard to fall asleep. But just a night with Red Streaks and the sun was rising before me.
What could that mean?
I strode to my roof-to-floor mirror and examined my body thoughtfully. As I had predicted, the marks of her nails were imprinted all over me. I brushed against one, just below my right ear.
“Don’t stop. Don't f*****g stop.”
She had pleaded passionately, holding onto my head as I ate her out viciously. As I recalled the m
