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I can picture Tenley now. In bed with her legsspread, vibrator on her clit, chasing an orgasm her and I both know won’t be enough.
She’ll get there eventually, but nothing about it will satisfy the ache.
There’s nothing like the real thing, Mama.
I adjust my cock in my sweats, willing it to calm down. Fuck. I’m off kilter just remembering how tight she felt around me. Her tits in my palms, and her thick golden hair in my grasp, giving me life as I slammed into her from behind.
I’d give anything to see her missionary style. Aching and panting for me to give her what she wants, only to be brought to the edge, frantically chasing her climax. I’d never let her look away. Her eyes firmly resting in mine as I give her what she needs.
“Fuck,” I exhale, but not loud enough to hear. My cock is fully erect, and I battle myself not to slam her door open and demand she take me. Take me deep, and rough, and hard, and anyway she wants to make sure she sleeps well tonight.
Melatonin is useless when she has me. Nothin’ like some night cock to make you comatose.
But my angry girl has yet to come. All I hear is frustration and nothing short of success. “Stupid thing doesn’t even work!” Tenley shouts as a loud thud hits the floor.
Did she throw it?
I chuckle, proud to be on the listening end of her little…dilemma.
I can’t wait to tease her about it in the morning. Tell her all about how I heard her weepy cries of starvation. And I’ll do it with an incentive.
I can use this to my advantage. I know how quickly I can satisfy her. She said we can’t touch each other, andsomething about knowing she wants to avoid touching enough to make a rule about it, makes me want to break it even more. Shatter every one of her weightless rules to the ground.
I wonder how far Tenley is willing to go to break her own rules for some mindless pleasure?
I need to think about this first. Do some research on pregnant women and their sex drive. I also need to take care of the rod between my legs if I stand any chance of extending a proposition to Tenley.
What’s the proposition? I haven’t figured that out yet.
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TENLEY
Oh look. Wet panties. I’m shocked.
Also, still ridiculously horny.
What is going on with my body? I’m never sexually frustrated like this. Typically, within a few minutes of the rose vibrator on my clit, I’m seeing stars and set for a solid week.
Not right now. Nothing is getting me anywhere close to an orgasm, and I’m tense. Like a coil with a broken spring, and it feels close to death.
All I think about is sex and a thick cock sinking inside of me.
I’m no better than a man at this point.
I wore out the battery on my vibrator last night before tossing it on the floor and turning over, frustrated beyond end. Waking up to a wetness between my legs, leaking onto my silk pajamas, only made me more frustrated than ever.
I need to get laid. But seeing as how I won’t be entertaining the opposite sex for the next…well, six months, my inadequate vibrator will have to do.
Deciding to forget about it, I walk down the stairs, enveloped by the quiet of a Saturday morning. August must have gotten into town early this morning and is still sleeping.
Thankfully, the nausea hasn’t hit me yet, making me actually hungry for a decent breakfast. Since August has been so good to me lately, I figure I’ll make us some scrambled eggs and bacon. I know how exhausting traveling can be, and he could use a hearty home-cooked meal when he wakes up.
Not that I’d consider eggs and bacon anything wildly out of the ordinary, but I’m no chef, so this is as good as it’s gonna get.
Grabbing a pan from the cabinet, I place it on the stove, about to grab the eggs from the fridge, when an annoyed huff has my senses on alert.
“Oh, fuck off,” I hear August mumble in frustration.
