Left on Read

CONNOR 2 WEEKS LATER

“Hey Isabel… Can we talk please?”

Message not delivered.

This is worse than being left on read. She’s gone. Blocked me out of her life. The problem is I keep jacking off to the idea of that guy banging Isabel. Fucking all those girlfriends. Making them scream. My hands, sticky with pathetic cum…

I loved her… And I still do. Even now. Even after all this…

ISABEL 2 WEEKS LATER

Harvey and I are in the Himalayas. Climbing all day.

I think of Connor sometimes. I blocked him. I feel bad about it. But not that bad.

But I love Harvey now. He knows my body more than I do.

Connor can’t even climb… How did I think that could work...

“Ahhh Ahhhh! Mmmm Ahhhh Fuck me! Cum inside me! Ahhhh” I moan as Harvey pushes me down on the bed. We have a cabin in the mountains. Warm. Wood fire. His big dick pounding my pussy. Wet. Horny, Mess. Tied up condoms, filled with love, everywhere.

I love sex. Sex with Harvey.

I am addicted. I want his cum everywhere. I lie on my back as he thrusts into me. His heavy balls swinging and hitting my asshole. Fuck me! Fuck me! Ahhh!

Orgasms. The higher I climb, the more of Connor I forget. Now he is just a message I left on read.

THE END