I open my eyes realizing I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling with each breath. I slowly catch my breath.
"Fuck," I say to myself as I stare at the kitchen ceiling. Just a few hours with him and I have resorted to masturbating to the thought of him in my kitchen. What have I gotten myself into?
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Great build up and love the story. Please another chapter to this story. Thanks for a great read....
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