Days passed and…nothing.
Well, not nothing. I was a mess. A f*****g disaster.
High anxiety, nightmares, and a constant popping of pills got me through the day. Lila got me through the night.
She made microwavable popcorn one evening and I flipped out, tackling her to the ground. I did laugh about it later, but it still had me on edge. I knew she was worried about me. She wouldn’t say it, because she didn’t want me to flip out even more. Conversations of the file and Marconi were taboo in our home.
Every day, she sucked and f****d me in an attempt to keep me calm. It worked, but I wasn’t stable. Highs and lows led to more forceful, selfish, but mind-blowing s*x.
“f**k, you’re so f*****g good at that.” She had me panting as she swallowed around my c**k.
I held her head down, nose press
