Chapter Four - I may have faked it
I see him. I see him standing in the corner of the room. He's standing there with a wicked smile on his face. He's definitely got me where he wants me right now.
"This is going to be a hell lot of fun," he whispers seductively. Do I enjoy this? I don't know, but there's definitely a lot of pleasure that's going to come from this.
He pounces where I am on his bed, and begins to kiss me deeply, his tongue grazing on my own. He desperately begins to tug off my shirt, and a dirty moan escapes his lips.
"Brendon," he groans, his fingers crawling up my back. His large hands take a hold of the back of my neck, and he practically forces my head to be much closer to his.
He let's go too quickly and removes his own shirt for a second. He's left me wanting more, goddamn it.
His eyes are dark and full of lust. "I want to see you touch yourself," he whispers darkly.
"What?" I whisper back.
"Touch yourself," he says again with much force.
"I will not touch myself for you, you dirty slut whore!" I yell at him. God, I have some respect for myself. He looks angry, and suddenly his eyes are on fire and the whole room is on fire now. He's yelling nonsense, and I can't understand a single word he's saying.
"You will touch yourself for me or I will-"
I wake up from the horrible nightmare. I notice where my hand is right now, and I groan. Did I really just jerk off to that terrible dream? God, I am so disgusting. I crawl out of bed and glance at the clock: 7 AM
Usually on days where I don't have work, I sleep until at least 10 AM, so it surprises me how early I'm up today.
After making a cup of coffee in my small kitchen, I sit on a kitchen chair, wondering what I plan to do since I have more hours to use in this day now.
Do I need to buy some groceries? I hardly eat anything in the kitchen because I have most of my meals at work. I drag myself to the fridge to only be greeted by half a gallon of milk and a few fruits in the back.
Yeah, I'll go buy some groceries.
The nearest grocery store is just a block away, so I grab my wallet off the counter. I realize I am only in pajama pants, so I also grab a random jacket. Finally, and then finally, I'm out the door. Fuck people who I know will give me glares for going out looking like I just got out of bed, even though I really did.
I enter the grocery store as a yawn escapes my lips. God, I don't understand how there's so much people here already and it's own seven in the morning. Am I really missing out in a lot of things in the early hours of the morning?
I grab all of my necessities and just when I'm about to go pay for my things, I'm greeted by Ryan himself, holding a shopping basket with two candles in it.
"Oh hey Brendon," he greets me casually as if we always bump into each other at the grocery store at seven in the morning.
I decide to not even greet him back, but ask him about the candles.
"What the hell are you doing up at seven in the morning just to buy candles?" I point to his basket in confusion.
"What? Some people prefer shopping quite early in the morning. They like to get it done and over with," he says. "I don't' know about you, but lots of people are here this early,"
Or maybe you only like to get it done and over with so that the rest of your day is planned for sex and only sex.
"What was that?" He asks.
