Troubling ones

As he got in through the door into his apartment he simply stood still at the entrance. His head was spinning, filled with lust and longing for more. He began to breathe heavily and quiver as a result of having experienced such pleasure, such bliss and only moments later having it taken away from him. There he was, in the grasp of someone so perfect, so gorgeous and kind... then simply sent away, back to his regular life. He pinched himself just to make sure that he hadn't fallen asleep in her arms. Then it hit him. He was back "home". He pictured her in his mind once more, and the mere thought of her brought him to his knees. "What is this?" he thought. He feared the worst, was he not able to get her out of his head? He pulled himself up and made his way to the bathroom. As he walked through the apartment, he noticed just how filthy everything was compared to Clara's paradise. And instead of the fresh smell of Clara's penthouse, he was hit with the smell of stale **** and sweat soaked fabric. He assumed it was his sofa that smelled after he had settled in it for quite some time as he was all sweaty. When he entered the bathroom he could still smell the wonderful scent of Olivia's shampoo. He smiled and continued onward to the mirror. As he looked at himself, fully clothed in some of the most girly attire imaginable, he gave himself an unsure smile. She liked him like this, even though he was so **** she remained adamant on bringing forth his beauty. And she had certainly succeeded without question. If he had met someone that looked the way he did now he probably wouldn't mind having sex with them, even though they probably wouldn't enjoy it very much due to his certain predicament down low. But she liked him, even though his penis was so tiny. He smiled the second Clara popped into his mind, and he was reminded of her sensual touch and warm smile.

His eyes were brought down to his body. "You look so fucking cute honey", her words echoed in his mind. She appreciated him, for who he was. Wait? Is this truly who he was? He looked back up again, right at his face. Once again, his mind raced and thoughts clashed with each other. He couldn't think straight, literally. As her image popped into his head again, he couldn't ignore her glorious cock. It was so big, hot and the taste.. oh my god the taste. His mouth began to water. In the middle of it all, he heard a notification ping on his phone. He gasped as he realized that he had forgotten his phone at home. He quickly made his way to his phone in his bedroom. He picked it up and unlocked it, looking at what notifications he had gotten. Sadly, only one. But he saw that it came from an unknown number. It was a text. He didn't recognize it so he was quite intrigued. As he checked it, he saw that it was a picture. A picture of him on his knees, worshiping Clara's cock. Underneath said, "Can't wait to have you here tomorrow. Too bad you've got your own apartment, would love to have you here in my bed ;) xoxo" Erik's mouth was now agape as he was shocked to see that she had snapped a photo of him while he sucked her cock.

He almost got angry but caught himself and calmed down. "What should I write back?" He thought. Now that she saw that he had read it, he almost felt **** to respond. He couldn't just leave her on read. But before he did anything, he got another text, "Why don't you send me a picture? That outfit looked so damn cute on you ;)" His heart fluttered at the comment, feeling strangely proud that he got a conformation that she truly appreciated the way. He raised the phone above his head and struck a cute pose, making sure to show as much butt as possible. As he snapped the picture he quickly wrote a caption to send along with his portrait, "Hope you like it ;)" He was still a bit too shy to send anything too adventurous. He quickly got a reply, "Fuuuck ur hot, alright see you tomorrow cutie, mommies gotta take care of something ;) ;)" The fact that her text suddenly became less formal kind of indicated that she was writing with one hand, and in a hurry.