I couldn't believe it, I had to go out with the subject to the movies, as I walked towards my house I could see that the door was scratched with graffiti that said
"I hate you" "Death" "unfaithful"
Among other things, sighing to myself for some reason I did not feel pressured or anxious and much less sad, why? My mind gave me an idea "the massage sessions", it had to be that because there would be no reason. I entered my house in search of a bucket with water and a cloth, I rolled up my sleeves, leaving my jacket on the back of the chair, I left sighing again
-I looked for it myself- Remembering how I had walked from girl to girl- There is no point asking for forgiveness- Soak the cloth in the water, carefully I began to clean the door, feeling an emptiness inside me- I know it hurts but…. - Look at some of the words that said "I hate you" - Sounds strong….
When I had finished I got ready to go shower, without any encouragement I took off my clothes, leaving my pants at the end, when I was left with my underpants I looked at the full-length mirror on the wall, noticing.
-That guy… ..- Looking at my penis- I don't know why… ..I think about him-
I got ready to get into the shower, while I was soaping up I noticed that my penis was erect. -But what the hell? - Surprising me Images of the sessions I performed came through my mind, as I was invading my body from my nipples to my abdomen, I could not help doing the same by taking my hand towards my nipple, touching it timidly. -Mn ... -Letting a little moan It wasn't long before I got used to the touch and wanted more, pressing even harder. -Ah… ah ..- My other hand went to my penis which was about to explode- No..No… I want to… ..- I sighed- I have to calm down…. I left work midway through feeling worse and embarrassed by such thoughts. -I'll murder him tomorrow-Frowning.
To be continue