I know him better now; know how he’s restless too, and driven, determined, even haunted as I am haunted. Pasts are painful places; I know he has one too.
The f*****g is over far too soon to please me. I could want him forever like this, the feeling of oneness never claimed me as it does now. But then, that feeling is only fleeting and gone too soon. I could cry about the loss, but I also know that this is just the beginning of much more that I’m to experience in this peculiar house.
Wordlessly, he pulls himself away and leaves me to the lonely night, bound to the bed, my cunt dripping with his juices, his aroma lingering in the air along with the smell of s*x. I’m more restless than ever but I’m not sure why – cumming should settle me, just not tonight. Thankfully, in time, my mind final
