Feel Alive

“Oh my Greg… Don’t I make you feel alive?” Mila stroked his chin. She was nude. Her shiny perky tits pushed into his face. Nuzzled. Cold.

“Oh yes…” Greg shivered.

“Say it!” Mila demanded.

“I— I love you Mila,” Greg said.

“Good boy…” she kissed his cheek.

Greg, conflicted. He hadn’t expected to be so deep in this hole. Pleasure. Pain. Cuckoldry. ****.

He didn’t even know that girl he shot. It wasn’t his fault. They made me do it…

He in a moment of rebellion messaged Nadia. He put his clothes on. Mila in the bathroom showering. Greg left the apartment and onto the street.

Mila dried her hair. In a towel wrap. She entered the bedroom.

“Greg? Greggy?” She called. Her pet.

The front door was unlocked, “Bad boy…” she clenched her fists.