Chapter 4

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When I put my phone away, I'm so angry that I'm sure I'll never text him again. But I'm still hard, and touching myself alone isn't the same. I'm still excited, even ten minutes after sending him my last message. Of course, he hasn't replied. What would he even say? "Excuse me for turning you on?" Because he did, and somehow, he's damn good at it. I can't stop thinking about his picture as I walk into my small kitchen to drink more. And more. Maybe I can drink up some courage, maybe I can still...

sorry

for freaking out

Welcome back slut

You know I'm just toying with you, right?

whatever

you turned me on

now take responsibility for it

Sounds a bit naughty, don't you think?

please

Nice try

God damn it. He really wants to prove how desperate I am. 

i fucking hate you

Please 

Im begging you

Learning fast, I see

whatever

Take off your pants.

I swallow hard. Finally. My hands are a bit shaky as I sit up to pull down my pants.

Your boxers too.

ok

How wet is the bottle cap?

I just sucked it man what do u think

Do it again

Deeper

Until you choke

ok

I push the bottle deeper into my throat. Back. And again. And... God, am I drunk. I want...

Wanna touch yourself?

yes

Just ask polietly

I can't believe what an asshole he is. I would write this to him, but no time for insults.

can I please

You can.

Don't come yet.

And don't stop with the bottle.

How do I say this without sounding like a freak myself? I don't plan on stopping. I start touching myself while I continue with the bottle.

Tell me, are you still wearing your shirt?

yes

Perfect

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