I awoke just before dawn. My head filled with images of my time with Jason, just a few short hours ago. The taste of his blood still lingered on my sleep-dried tongue. I combed fingers through the hair on my chest, remembering him nuzzling against me. Despite my vocal opinion of nothing personal during s*x, I yearned for the comfort of a companion, if even for a single night. I snuggled back down under the cotton sheet and let my hand slip further down my body until my cold, unresponsive d**k was cradled in my hand.
I smiled at my mind’s image of Jason leaning against the building. The seductive look on his face. His voice calling out to me. I replayed the moment in my mind. It suddenly felt different. As I turned toward the sultry voice, it was Cliff who stood in the shadows drawing my a
