Tell Me Something to Make Me Hate you part5
by HandJob Blog
“Hee,”
“So we’re up there. She’s sitting on the bed, I’m standing by
the window. It is so awkward I just want to disappear and crawl
under my door into the hall. I pull the shade down and start
unbuttoning my shirt. She does the same. When I am naked, I sit
next to her on the bed. She lays back, opens herself up. I go
down on her for a while, wondering what the hell I’m doing here…
She squeezes her left quadricep. ‘I’ve got running thighs…’
‘And sores’, the evil voice said. I slipped on a rubber, moved up
and was poised right there when she looked up and said, ‘Rich, I’ve
been hurt before.’ ‘I’ll never hurt you.’ ‘You have to really
care.’”
“Yikes.”
“I’ll say. But you know me. So I look deep into her eyes,
prepare my voice to crack, and say ‘I care. I care.’”
...End of the part5. To be continued..