Chapter 27

See you there, he finally sent me.

Ditto, I replied, grinning from ear to ear, horny for him.

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Another thought floated in my mind: Love hurts. Loss hurts. Keep what you have for as long as you can.

I did.

I would. 30: Moon Dance

October 20, 2015

Inside his garage, sometime after two o’clock in the morning, drunk, giggly, and without any inhibitions, Carl stripped me out of my clothes, tossed me to his bed, and manhandled roughly.

I was taken aback by his roughness, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Frankly, I didn’t mind my abs being struck by his fists or my nipples twisted by him. Nor did I mind the sharpest bites to my neck and inner thighs. And having my dick jammed down the length of his throat was euphoric as he choked on its length and girth, enjoying our private time together.