A hormonal, confused mess.
This doesn’t have to be weird! We are two grown consenting adults, and if we want to get each other off, SO BE IT! It’s not a crime to touch a man’s dick you’re not in love with or committed to.
Or dating.
Lord.
I have a date tonight with Brian.
Please let me be sexually attracted to him as I am to Duke so we can start dating and I can get laid, I pray.Please let me be sexually attracted to him as I am to Duke…
Guh.
I feel like a fool, body still warm from snuggling with Duke—if one could classify it as snuggling.
Spooning?
Even that’s a stretch since the man’s dick was in my ass crack.
And Lord, did it ever feel good.
I step aside so he can fill his mug, sneaking a sniff at his skin.
He’s put a shirt on to cover his torso, but even that doesn’t hide the sinewy muscles and firm backside.
I could have come from that dick in my crack, damned if I couldn’t have.
Masturbating is fine, but dicks are another thing entirely…
Dicks inside me.
Dicks near my crack.
Yes, please.
I’m about to lick the pancake batter whisk when I catch Duke watching me above the rim of his coffee mug, brows raised.
“What?” I turn back toward the griddle so I don’t have to look at him looking at me, knowing my cheeks are probably bright pink.
“You look like you’re thinkin’ ’bout somethin’ dirty.” He says it with a low chuckle as if he knows what I’m thinking, which somehow makes it worse.
“Just goes to show what you know.” I flip the pancakes; they’re a beautiful golden brown and topped with now toasted pecans.
“Do I get to eat some, or are you makin’ those for your friend Anna?”
That makes me smile, the cocky shit.
“You can have some if you’re hungry.”
Duke yawns, stretching, still in his boxers. When I glance behind me, I can’t stop my eyes from checking out his thick thighs. They’re flexing as he moves, hard as rocks.
Hard ascock.
Ha!
Dang, I’m funny when I want to be.
I hang around children way too often; my humor is wasted because I have to be professional at all times unless I’m being silly.