Page 30 of My Turn Petal
Theo gets off his chair and strides toward the door. “Goodnight, Frankie.”
“Are you leaving?” I’m confused. I just masturbated in front of him and moaned and came with his name on my lips.
“I planned something for tomorrow. Every day of the week for two weeks and if you’d want me to keep coming here, I will.”
“What did you plan?” I question mainly because I’m so freaking curious about where his mind goes since he doesn’t say much about it.
He huffs a laugh, “You’ll see tomorrow.”
I look at the table, things are half-finished. “You didn’t drink your coke.”
“I prefer your taste on my tongue.” His hands fist-bump the door frame once before closing it after him.
This arrangement we made is my last resort. I’m getting tired. The anxiety about my situation is innate to my bones at this point and it’s not going anywhere.
The last guy I was with didn’t understand how hard it was to escape those demons. Sex is one thing and being on the receiving end is another.
Sex comes in multiple forms. Not many understand that. We don’t have to perform every act in order to get those endorphins pumping and the ecstasy coursing through our veins. There are other ways to do it.
Usthe ones who fight this with blood, sweat, and tears. We accept the fact we may never get more chances or we will have to work hard to earn them. Yet, we try not to lose our ambition to gain better results.
Some days I’m even scared to try.
At the end of the day, we don’t want to lose ourselves to these inhibitions. It doesn’t define our competence in other aspects and the sex department for that matter. I want someone to appreciate me for who I am. Past sex. This is a part of me.
Maybe somewhere in the future, it will change, but I can’t falsely promise that things will alter soon.
I don’t know, and this is what I do know.
Theo
“Petal,Icansmellyour apple fragrance.” Frankie jumps on my back and I carry her piggyback style through the verdant green grass of the park grounds.
A brisk Saturday morning is greeting us.
The minute we got here, she skipped on her little boots, waiting for me to chase her.
Getting Frankie into the state of mind she needs to be in is my first goal.
She needs to feel comfortable with me.
She needs to trust me.
“I want to be at the front,” she demands.
Damn that girl.
She wants to feel my erection—that’s what she really wants.
Without giving me any warning, she slides across my body and positions herself in my front, latching her hands behind my neck.
I look into her eyes, tracing her assessing expression.
“Mr. Roberts, do you want to teach me a lesson?”
I want to fuck that mouth and hear you gagging around my cock while you drool around me.
Yeah, I want to teach you a fucking lesson.
