SASSY💋

π| TWENTY FIVE

π| TWENTY FIVE

***This encounter that was meant to be leaves me high, hot and bothered...

~Carmen~

You had sent her away, by yourself though she had been willing. So you wondered why you were here now in your bedroom, atop your soft and
welcoming bed totally unable to sleep. You wondered why your mind was dangerously filled, packed to the brim with only thoughts of her, thoughts that were making you hot and sweaty, needy.

You had never been one to touch yourself, having excessive self-control. But it seemed like she was going to become an option, and excuse to do that because you were at the verge, almost unable to cope with the torture that was the craving for her. You sat up in bed and began to take off your night shirt, not to masturbate -you were still clinging on desperately to your last sliver of self control- but to allow the cool night breeze to skim over your heated pyrexic skin. You sighed softly.

Your breasts were heavy against your chest, now free from all the restrains you normally clad it in. You reached up into your hair and stroked it softly as your body began to cool a bit, causing your nipples to harden. Your hand slid lower to cover them up from the cold. Their thickness coupled with the sudden image of Rachel staring at you, eyes pleasing and lips parted had you hard.

"Fuck! Damn it! Damn it to damnation!" You cursed loudly in frustration. Will you ever be able to sleep this night? Will you ever be alright?

Your heavy dick was throbbing badly, hard in your pyjamas trousers, constrained in your underwear. You had worn underwear alongside your pajamas to bed to prevent you from having a hard on as it will be uncomfortable. It was also a preventive measure against falling into the temptation of touching yourself. It wasn't that you couldn't touch yourself, but it was that you could never get satisfied if you started it, even if you tried to. You always craved the real deal, needed the real deal.

Well, you had had the real deal and you had let it go had you not? No matter what reason or excuse you wanted to give for letting her go, it was still your fault. You were here now, hard and wanting, completely regretting why on earth you had kept your hands to your damn yourself.

"Sometimes the things that life brings to your doorstep are meant to be savoured and not hurried into little bird."

That was what you had said to her then, in your private suite. You both had had dinner and a nice chat and then you had drove her to her home. You hadn't even made an attempt to touch her, hadn't even kissed her goodbye. You had said that you would not and you were always known to keep to your words, even when it was so hard to do so, like now.

You regretted it. You were still regretting it. And you will continue to regret it if you didn't get the chance to push your throbbing member into her soon enough.

~OmaPhinaPhire🔥