April 14th, xxxy
THE CEILING IS YET another unrecognisable pattern Precious doesn't cares about in a city he'll soon forget about once his back is turned.
Kamil should've been here, is an errant thought that Precious stomps down but it's a parasite that springs up somewhere.
It'll spring up immediately after waking up, while he's in the shower, as he's attending the dinner party and bored out of his everlasting mind.
It springs up now in the comfort of his room. Naked under the covers, Precious palms his cock and strokes slowly.
In his mind, he is back home kneeling between Kamil's legs, nails digging in the bigger Shifter's thighs as he sucks on Kamil's cock.
He's flat on his back on the floor, on all fours, bent over the sink and taken without limit, bound, punished, begging.
So far gone into this reality that when customer service knocks on the door, it takes a while before he answers.
