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. Murder.

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.