I sat in the lightness. "Blonds don't need to make sense they just need a little motivation" he said. "Why don't you just shut up" i asked him.
Bugging me taunting twisted the knife he sticks in assholes. Burning a hole inside my mind and feeding it with pleasure he is pleasant, he is myself but he is someone else. He taunts me for listening to him masturbate. He claims that my acknowledging him makes him sexier. I search for my remote to turn on the tv anything to distract me to get my mind out of this state. I hear the remote crash to the floor after falling from the bed. the sound is hotttt!!!
The noise goes through me like I'm the women being buttfucked. It hits me that I'm feeling his pleasure because he has nearly taken over. The light from the TV is fucking hottt as i watch and think about the images. His pleasure grows inside me i feel him moaning. he talks to gain my attention but i know what he is up to. I listen to him and he eventually fades back to the lightness in which he cam in from.
I went outside my mailbox to collect the envelopes. He was standing at the end of my driveway waiting for me. "It was bound to happen eventually" he claimed.
