When I climb out of the shower, my heart is still raging with anger. I still feel nasty, and not in a good way, despite just washing myself. I feel like I won’t be able to sit still, so I get back into my car and make my way to the gym.
There I run on the treadmill and lift some weights. That seems to help get my anger out, while also encouraging the sexy images of Evelyn to return rightfully where they belong.
I don’t realize the time when the gym owner taps me on the shoulder and lets me know that they will be closing. The clock above me reads eleven forty-five at night.
“Shit. Sorry about that.”
The man shakes his head.
“No worries! You look like you were doing some serious lifting.”
You have no idea.
Once I leave the gym, I realize that I am once again exhausted. I used to go to the gym more often, but perhaps going there right after cumming hard wasn’t the best idea. But at least my anger has subsided.
The mind is full of tricks, so it makes sense that the idea of fucking Sean would creep in there. After all, we were both fucking the same woman, so why wouldn’t it suddenly show up?
After showering for a second time that day, I fall into bed, and feel myself dozing off before even turning off the light. I see Evelyn again in my mind, that voluptuous body just begging to be tamed. The thought is comforting as I slowly drift off…
But honestly, what would be wrong with a little curious thought? I’ve always been an open-minded person. Sexually I’ve only had women, but why would considering fucking a man be so bad?