Nate
I went back to the office on Monday, after spending the weekend keeping images in my mind, images of me and Maya on the bed, on the table, and on the armchair. She kneeling in front of me, with my c**k in her mouth as she sent me into ecstasy, me with my face between her thighs.
Images that one after the other looked out like a river in flood, very tarnished by alcohol but there were, they were proof that it was real, what had been between me and Maya was much more than real.
Together we were a tornado, able to destroy everything in its path, and we were great, as I had never been with anyone else. I could not deny that I wanted her again, God, if I wanted her again. My whole body was still longing for her. It didn’t matter how many other chicks rubbed against me on Saturday night.
