Sebastian
I scrape myself through that first day with Cassidy by the skin of my f*****g teeth, and that night all I can think of is brown eyes, brown hair in a neat bun and her bent over my f*****g work desk as that delectable pencil skirt rides her thick thighs.
What the f**k was wrong with me? Why now? Why her?
I'm so restless I find myself in my home gym, working out harder than I have for years in the hopes my f*****g perpetual hard-on will subside.
Did it? You ask.
No, it f*****g didn't... and did I do anything about it? I hear you ask.
Well, I tried; I whacked one out in the shower, pleading the fifth that if god allowed me that small moment of pleasure, I would behave—that I would worship him for allowing me a reprieve in my orgasmic celibacy. But alas, he never let me the pl
