TRISTAN
Sex and women didn't excite me. Griselda was only available for booty calls. You know, nature's calls had to be answered and when I found myself succumbing to the desires of my body, Griselda was the one I called.
But lately, I was starting to see it as a draining experience. We were friends. We didn't have to f**k. She was also mad at me and honestly, I was thankful for that.
But a certain woman had started to plague my mind and my dreams. She made all my defenses fall flat. Hell, she'd gotten me hard several times since she walked into my life and she had no idea about that.
It started to get worse with each passing day. Every night I lay in bed, she would roll sleepily over to the other side, push her behind against my crotch and grind slightly before going back to sleep.
