FETISH

her.

Black. 

but how can i escape you if you're in my head?

18:28pm.

Preston was thinking to himself. Quiet and contemplating. He had scrolled through all of Saige's posts that night and he couldn't stop. He wanted to know more about her. Her.  She had somehow started to consume his mind. He didn't even know what to with himself, he wanted to just leave the situation alone now but he was too focused. Preston wanted to now wait and see if she would message him.

Preston did not take himself for the delusional type but somehow Saige was changing this about him for some strange reason. He had never even met the girl and he wanted to be drenched by her. Her, a girl he knows nothing about. 

Preston had loads of things to do tonight but instead he sat and thought of a message he could send her, something that could draw her in but nothing that sounded too horny or desperate.

although he was both. 

Preston was sat on his laptop with Saige's account open. The message was already written in Preston's head and all he had to do was open a private message and ask her. Maybe she would reply or maybe she would ignore him. Either or, what's the worst thing that could happen? He would hardly be embarrassed, who would even know what he was done?

@PrestonKing is typing...

Sent.

Well it's done now, what's going to happen? What's she going to do? All these questions had suddenly flooded Preston's head. All he wanted was to talk to her, see what she is about. Maybe she would ignore him but what has he got to lose here? It would only be her loss. But he cannot delete it now, it would tell her so he had to go through with it now. 

Whiskey was sat on top of the desk and it started to look quite appetising to Preston, just to take the edge off. A dangerous game but one he was willing to play. It will also help to stop the sinking, rejection feeling he was slowly getting in his stomach. He was angry about the fact it was giving her a reaction he would give no other and yet she didn't know it was happening. 

Clutching his glass a little harder and closing his eyes, Preston's pants started to feel a little  tighter against his crotch as he imagined himself on top of her; doing things that should only be done behind closed doors unless that's what she wants. He was so used to only ever being horny with a camera pointed at him that he forgot that he can simple please himself without getting paid for it. Masturbating was something Preston never did alone or something just for his own enjoyment. He never knew why, it was just something he knew he could make money from so why waste it? But this situation felt different, this felt new. 

He wanted to do something that would change a part of his life. He wondered if this was selfish and yes it probably is, but he believed that he wouldn't know unless he tried. 

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rlly short chapter n i do apologies but haven't been feeling it much lately lol 

thanku for the support however ily :)

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