*Warning*
*This story is mature*
*it had sexual themes and sexual stuff.*
*it's creepy to some people*
*read at your own risk*
Its been a week or so since I've seen her.
I can't get her off of my mind.
She was so beautiful.
Her skin was so soft.
I layed on my bed, sweating, working so hard not to touch myself and think about her. I wanted to keep thinking of her as a pure Angel, not a whore or anything like that.
I rolled onto my back, the darkness surrounding me, the heat radiating off of my body quickly dissolving and venturing into the cold night.
I scratched my beard and reached over to my desk, turning on my lamp. I couldn't take this.
I stood up, grabbing a pair of jeans and pulling them on, not bothering with a shirt. I walked out of my room and grabbed my keys, walking out the door.
I got into my truck, a silver, old Chevy. I sat in the dark for a moment. It was about 2 in the morning. I looked out the window and saw my dogs sleeping peacefully by the shed, the moon bright like a night light.
I felt my skin tighten due to the cold weather. I bit my lip and scratched my beard; I had no idea what I was doing, sitting in my truck in the middle of the night.
I sighed and leaned my head back; I could almost feel her hands on my bare chest, her lips pressed softly against mine, my arms around her, her body pressed against mine.
I felt my cock start to get hard; I got out of the truck and slammed the door, angry. I stomped over to my shed and opened it, going through the doorway and turning on the old overhead light.
I sat down at my desk, the things I tinker with and tools laying scattered about. I picked up a small arm I had been making out of gears and metals; it was useless. I threw it as hard as I could against the back wall, it landing loudly on a pile of scrap metals. I had started to think about her in the exact way I hadn't wanted to. I wanted her to be pure and virtuous, not this sex toy my mind kept trying to imagine.
I put my face in my hand. My head ached and I was exhausted. I reached up and turned off the light, slowly walking back to my house. I walked through the door past my dogs. The light was still on in my bedroom and my sheets and blankets were messed up. I grimaced as I crawled into bed, still wearing my jeans. I rolled over and turned off my lamp, closing my eyes. I don't know how much longer I could go without thinking of her and masturbating.
I layed on my back, my groin aching for relief. I ignored it and stared at my clock until I felt my eyes become heavy, my mind and body shutting down, and I slipped into a deep sleep.
