Page 21 of My Turn Petal
He stays silent for a moment but I swear I can feel his smile crawling on his face. “My gut tells me she is perfect.” He squeezes my shoulders one more time. “I’d like that, maybe I can take my friend’s bike and we can ride together sometime.”
“Wait,” I spin to look at him, “You ride?”
He laughs at my immediate reaction. “Used to a while back, now, I only ride with friends occasionally. But I still have my license.”
“I would love to ride together,” I answer his previous comment.
Ever since the day he found me crying after I broke up with my ex, things have been different between us. I feel closer to him. We touch each other more, kind of trying to find the limit, when there is none.
Not really.
I like having him around me.
Always have.
He makes me feel like myself when being with myself is hard sometimes.
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Irollupmysleeves as I continue to do more research through forums and groups around the web, getting information I will soon understand more once I’ve spent time with Frankie.
As far as I can understand, it’s not going to be easy.
Reading this women’s stories and struggles is overwhelming and it pains me that she has to go through the same rollercoaster.
My gaze trails to my opened balcony.
The midnight skies add to the gloomy mood I’m in, and the chilly weather should make me want to close the doors, yet instead, I want the cold company.
Truthfully, my body’s temperatures are high enough, thinking of Frankie and the way we flirted back at her apartment.
If I stayed there I would’ve busted my pants from how hard she made me. The way her responsive body reacts around me is enthralling. And impossibly hard to resist.
Every day that passes I find her increasingly attractive.
Now, knowing she likes the same things I do and she’s not afraid to explore her kinks, on the contrary, she won’t compromise when it comes to her sexuality—that is fucking hot.
It makes her even more irresistible.
I lean backward and spread my thighs across the couch. My white button-up shirt is fully opened to the sides of my frame.
Pulling my cock out, beads of precum already glisten as I start to stroke myself.
The way my hand glides up and down my cock is the way I envision it would be all over Frankie’s body. I would caress her hair and face, cling to her neck as I squeeze it before I move to fondle her breasts and tickle every inch as I dip closer to her wet pussy.
I give my balls a few squeezes before I continue to stroke my hard cock.
Right as she thinks I’m going to touch her slit, I would spin her and slap her ass with a good number of beautiful marks while I rub her aching thighs and kiss them.
I went on a date once since I met Frankie, and that date paled compared to the moments I got to spend with her.
She captured my attention easily.
And then, she captured my heart the more I got to know her.
I would brush her glowing skin with my fingers and grab onto her defined jaw. Pin her stare with mine. So delicate. So gorgeous.
Her thick thighs would be wrapped around me and her pussy would strangle my cock deep inside her when she’ll accept me.
