Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I want more though.
My hand grips my shaft, and I hiss at the contact. I rest my arm on the shower wall, my head on my arm, and close my eyes. Scotlyn is there, just as I imagine her to be. I’m hovering over her, careful not to put my weight on her. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
I want to taste her. To feel her wetness on my tongue, on my fingers. I slide down her body, parting her plump lips with my fingers, and inhale her sweet aroma. She smells divine. My tongue licks from her pussy to her clit.
The grip on my shaft tightens as my hand moves up and down. My hips buck in rhythm. This feels strange, finally giving into temptation and letting go of the tales I’ve grown up with.
Scotlyn glistens as she shows me her sweet pink pussy. She wants me there, inside of her, pushing my hips into hers, making her come.
What I wouldn’t give to hear her scream out my name.
“Everything,” I say into the shower as my hand moves faster over my erect dick. The throb hurts and the head of my cock feels as if it’s going to explode.
“Lord, have mercy on me.”
Mercy is what I need as I move toward her. My body knows what it needs to do. My cock bounces.
Yes, this is where my dreams have led.
My hand moves faster, my cock somehow harder than it’s ever been. Why have I ignored my needs? My urges? I’m not going to hell because I’ve touched myself. And if I am, maybe I’d be happy down there, living the life of a sinner getting laid.
I’ve never been one to cuss, but right now, it’s all I want to do. “Fuuuuck,” I groan as my balls tighten.
I focus back on my dream, my fantasy. The woman on my bed, she’s fucking beautiful. Hot. Sexy. Mine.
This cock of mine guides me to her entrance. It’s warm, desirable. I want to smother my face between her legs and lap up everything her body is willing to give me. But no, my dick wants first dibs.
He wins the battle.
Slowly, I push into her, and she calls my name. “Oh, Brent,” she says breathlessly. “You’re so big.”
My hips buck and I groan as hot jizz spurts from my cock and lands on the black tiled shower wall. I continue to work my dick until I’m exhausted. It dangles there, looking like the sorry body part it is. Part of me wonders if I should apologize to it or if I should do something about the fact he’s never had any action.
I finish my shower and make sure the wall is clean. I don’t want the housekeeper to clean up after me. That would be embarrassing, especially if we ever ran into each other. After drying off, I crawl into bed. The same bed my dream played out on. Only I’m alone and there’s no one on the horizon who is going to help this virgin finally do the deed.
At least, not without taking pity on me.
What happened to you last night?” Felix asks when I walk into our workspace.
“What do you mean? I was there.”
“No, you bailed as soon as those chicks started getting freaky.” He does some grotesque thing with his tongue. This is who women want? I’m doomed.
“Actually, I was in the bar. An old friend is the bartender there. We caught up.”
“And then fucked?”
I ignore him and let him think whatever he wants.
“Did you have to pay her?”
“No, not all the people who work there screw the customers.”
He looks at me like I shot his dog. “Uh . . . yeah, they do. Like I can go there, pay one of them to suck me off, and they will.”
Lovely.
“Oh.” I try to focus. I don’t bother telling him he has to be a member and pay for a room or whatever Scotlyn said to me the night before. I’m certain the entertainers don’t go around sucking guys off just because the guy wants her to. But what do I know?
Felix raves about the party I missed and says I need to come to the next one. I tell him I’ll probably be back in Texas or off to the next location by the time that happens, but still accept the invite. He doesn’t need to know I’m a prude. Even if I’m trying to change my ways, I’m still a prude. The sight of a woman scares the shit out of me.
That thought stays with me all day. At lunch, I head outside and walk until I’m deep into the parking lot, then look up the number for Society X. If the sight of a woman scares me so much, maybe the Dark Room is where I can finally be with one.