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11:30 pm
The night still young, the two laid in bed. Seven, fast asleep, was spread across Stokeley's chest, with a firm grip on his side, whilst resting on her stomach.
Stokeley, on the other hand, stayed up, thinking. He stayed up thinking about the event that occurred a few hours ago. Something was nagging him about what had gone on. He felt nervous, bothered, confused. Something in him felt off about a lot of things.
The fact that he went all that way with her, sexually. He didn't ever see that happening, and if it did, he didn't quite expect her to still lay in his bed. He adored the control she took, how she came on to him, she had the most confidence to bring up the whole thing.
Especially when he was still thinking about how to bring it up to her. Her boldness in that moment was attractive. But it almost scared him in a way. Her ability to rise above him, tell him to say please made him fearful, it jerking his manliness.
She rode him better than anything he could imagine though. The way she bucked her hips, and gripped onto his shoulders. Her body warmth, the sweat that beaded on her chest, and dripped down her velvet skin. The music of rapturous pleasure that she let out drove him to glee the more he thought about it.
The thick luscious cream, that she allowed him to milk, spread all over his cockiness, as he fell weak to her persuasion.
Nobody's ever made him feel the way he did in that moment, and he liked the fact that Seven made him feel as energetic, but good as she did.
He flashed back to her body, the way she looked, how she felt. Nobody has ever impressed him the way Seven did. It made him feel like it was his first time all over again.
There were so many positives in this situation, so many bright points. But, he still felt afraid. Afraid of what could happen as of now. What this whole thing could progress to.
He knew that getting hurt was such a potential thing. He even hated the fact that he felt any type of emotion because of this. It was sex, it's just sex. But it was good, too good. He knew, but needed to desperately climb out of this pit.
He can't fall into anything. The thought of falling for someone else almost made him sick. It drove him to an unwanted place, and he knew that this place was very hard to leave. He can't remember the last time he's felt this way, has he even felt this way before?
The emotion was scary, and the fact that he even felt a way, made him feel off. What if him feeling, a way would lead to unwanted things, ugly and messy situations. He felt odd.
