Sitting on the floor, I slump against the bed and rest my head on the mattress. My bottom aches, but it’s filled with a vibrant energy that pleasantly swims around me. I can still smell the scent of men in the tepid air, that sweet and sour fragrance of c*m. Then I glance to my side seeing two used condoms littering the floor, pungently reeking.
What a couple of jerks! I think. But then, what do I expect?
My insides smile, even if my lips fail to. While my obsession has been fed one more time, how many times will it take before it’s satisfied? I wonder.
It’s an awkward trip home with this grand ache in my ass consuming all my thoughts. But the awkwardness only begins there. Running up the steps of my apartment, I find Steven at my doorstep with pizza in hand, and just inside the door,
