Women? I fuck them.
Lola...
Lola, I want to watch and do all the things I have thought of doing ever since I started sexting and flirting with her...rather, ever since Alex did.
She brings out the kinky side I have known is there but never really thought about.
What the fuck is she thinking about as she works over herself, tugging and circling her nipples, dipping low to part the lips of her pretty cunt she has waxed or whatever it is women do now? I like her all hairless because I can see her tight lips, see the pink as she parts herself, watch how her fingers thrust into her tunnel, and her clit when she toys with it.
I'm tugging harder now, the precum a slight lubricant as I work my hand on my shaft.
Fuck, I'm like steel, and my balls are so freaking tight.
Everything is buzzing, and the urge to come is almost painful. With my free hand, I grab the towel and come with a teeth-gritted grunt into it, convulsing.
The pleasure soars, sweeping me violently up into a storm of bliss.
When I come back down, I'm half hard.
I press replay.
Water hitting her upturned face, her washing her hair, her body, her getting off. Fuck.
Again. I watch it again.
I'm so fucking hard yet again.
What is she thinking about? Me? Alex? Both?
I think she likes the control aspect as do I. More than that, I like the idea of taking deprivation further. She has no visual of me, or so she thinks, just Enzo. And she doesn't have a voice in her ear talking her through it.
I jack my cock. I have come twice, and I want to come again. I want to fucking beat it until it can't get hard. I want to push myself until the obsession and need are gone from me tonight. I want to just fucking cum and cum until I'm finally satiated.
Later, everything aching, a good, tired ache, I clean up, dump the towel in the garbage in the bathroom, and tie up the bag, leaving it so I can throw it out in the morning.
No way am I putting it in the washing machine or leaving it for the cleaner to find when she comes in tomorrow afternoon. And no fucking way am I leaving anything for Lyndall to find when she probably snoops.
Instead, I shower and then pull on sweats and get into bed, locking the video away in another part of the computer and clearing out my history.
I do have a problem, though, with Lola.
A big one.
I can't think straight when we are in the same room.
Maybe if I hadn't started anything as Alex, or just kept it friendly, it wouldn't be like this. But it is, and yeah...
I find myself thinking about what it would be like to fuck her. Me. Enzo.
Shit, I would take fucking her as Alex, but that would take me down a twisted path of kinks and deception that I'm not sure I'm ready for.
Yet.
As it is, I'm a man who needs to keep his head on straight, not let it get consumed with a pretty pussy and a prettier face.
Christ, what if I slip up? I'm pretending to be two different people. And if she works out Alex is really me...
I have to watch myself so I don't slip up.
