ADAM

I don’t bother with any of the lights after I get inside my apartment. I moved through my routine mechanically, unconsciously and ended up on the chaise before I punch in the lights to go on. I look at the glaring white linens that only enlarge the emptiness of my bed. Yeah, I can imagine fucking Nicole on it alright. Truth is if I got her here, it would be a long stretch of distance, a long stretch of doing all kinds of things to her, before we got here. I close my eyes and I wonder about what she likes, how she likes it, how many times does it take to get her sated. How would she respond to my mouth on the nape of her neck, the small of her back. How wet does she gets. I grip my cock. What would she feel like around my cock? What hasn’t she done and experienced? I wish I felt up those legs of hers. Those killer legs. Felt her skin, her hard quads. After I clean myself up, I get into bed and drift into sleep thinking about what it would be like to…