Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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Princess
I miss you.
"Pathetic", I hear Chacha throwing over my shoulder.
Oh, he can be so judgmental! He can't understand. I miss Angel. Turning down his hug weighs more on my conscience than I thought it would. I should have swallowed my ego and dived into his arms. Now I feel...a little empty without him. But he has it all figured out!
I say that ironically, of course. I got his gift: a sketchbook. What am I supposed to do with it? Draw yourself a future! So you...you're really the last thing I need. I thought you wouldn't miss him? I changed my mind! I can, right?
I lie down on the couch and end up with my head resting on Charly's thighs. He seems quite focused on his phone, too.
"Who are you writing to?"
"Do I ask you questions?"
Wow.
"Are you okay, Chacha?"
He looks at my worried face and laughs.
"Sorry...something's bothering me."
"Persistent ex?"
"Nope but maybe your sugardaddy can help me out. If he can pay my rent, he can take me shopping to cheer me up..."
"Unfortunately, he's not here!"
That's the problem... And what do I get in return? My catastrophe sister! Even if, for the moment, she hasn't made much of a mess. We went to pick her up this morning and she's been sleeping ever since. She snored all afternoon and we did the same. Sleeping kept me from thinking about Angel...for a while. Then my mind started to wander again. A little too much...wandering.
In the bedroom, my hands slid, alone, over my skin. Slowly...very slowly. Until they reached my intimacy. Obviously, I had moistened them rather. Also, I decided to be very naughty. Angel's notebook left me a bit hungry so I found a better use for it.
I wrote down all the fantasies that may have been going through my head, while I was touching myself. And, when I came, I imagined that it was his fingers inside me. I could almost feel him on top of me, leaning in and whispering to me, "Stop moving, princess." I think at this point, I would even take a punishment. Just to see him again.
Then it was back to reality. And here I am, slumped over Charly, moping around. What am I going to do this weekend? Except waiting for my sister to wake up.
That's done when she falls on me.
"Hello, you!"
"Finally up."
"Yes, this flight knocked me out!"
In the end, it's not so bad that she's here. I could use a little distraction. Yeah, keep lying to yourself. You shut up!
