08 Thanks For Saving Me The Trip

Aeron

I heard Jasmine storm out of my house in anger. It was for the best. The way I was feeling, I would want to fuck her, and I doubted she was ready for that. With her, it can't be just physical. It has to have meaning, and for now, what she felt was physical.

I had made a mistake by touching and tasting her because I knew it would be hard for me to stop. It will be impossible to return to being the way I was with her.

I would always want her. She was a new meal I could crave, and the thought of it made me punch my wall with frustration.

I had worked on myself in my bathroom to empty my mind of her, but even after my release, I still wanted her.

I returned to lie on my bed. Her scent was still on it. Images of what we did flooded my mind. She took a little pain well and even enjoyed it. I wondered how much she would be able to take. How far she was willing to go. Will she be able to handle my desires, my sadism? Would she understand my needs?

I lay in my bed, staring at the c