Chapter 164 Hotel Screamer Xvl

• I woke up Saturday morning feeling not great. Not terribly hungover, but a bit tight in the throat and around the eyes. My pelvis and cock ached. Right. I could still see Carol’s destroyed stockings in a heap on the bed.
• I hadn’t slept well. I had some vivid dreams I’d rather not get into. I’m not sure if that was the alcohol interfering with my REM cycles or Carol’s abrupt exit. I’m not into sex that’s too casual; I prefer a cuddle and a chat afterward, at the very least. And as much as I like a dirty, kinky encounter, I still want to feel like a human.
• But sometimes this can happen when two people use each other for sex. And we had—she wanted a kinky fuck and some revenge on her ex, and I was bitter over Ellen’s spurning me. I hadn’t advocated for myself, either—I never asked Carol to stay with me for a while before she left. I felt like this was a situation of my own making. I rubbed my hand down my exasperated face. My fingers still smelled like her pussy. A nice smell. The tip of my tongue flicked the skin, enjoying her taste. But she wasn’t as sweet as Ellen.