Carlos
It has been nearly a week since I left Kyla’s place. I haven’t spoken or seen her since. I wanted to text, but I didn’t, especially after the deal we made. Though I hoped she would have taken me up on my offer to reach out for a repeat, she didn’t. We may have agreed after our weekend, nothing would happen, but that hasn’t stopped me from thinking about her. Any time I have flashbacks, my c**k hardens. I also had a dirty dream about her last night. The woman is in my head; she shouldn’t be, not with such force. I haven’t m*********d as much as I have this last week since I was a damn teenager. She was driving me crazy without even being around. I knew the second I met her, she would be trouble for me. I just didn’t expect her to imprint my brain in such ways.
I needed to stop bec
