Wang's Pov
When I woke up this morning, my mind immediately traveled back to the mysterious boy in the stall. I couldn't stop thinking about him and how he made me feel. There was something about him that intrigued me, something that drew me towards him like a moth to a flame. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was definitely an air of mystery surrounding him.
As I continued about my day, I found myself constantly distracted by his thoughts. I wondered who he was and why he had such an effect on me. Despite my best efforts to focus on other things, my mind kept drifting back to the boy in the stall. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important about him, something I needed to uncover.
As the day wore on, I started to feel ridiculous for obsessing over a stranger. But for some reason, I couldn't let it go. There was a connection there, however fleeting, and I was determined to find out more about him.
So, I resolved to go back. I didn't know what I would say or do, but I knew I couldn't rest until I satisfy my curiosity. My heart was pounding with anticipation.
As the day seemed to drag on, I couldn't resist telling my brother what was wrong. I appear out of place and unlike me. I feel like I'm stuck in a rut, and everything is moving slowly. The world appears gray and dull, and I can't find any motivation to do anything. It's as if I'm disconnected from everything around me and just living through daily life. I've tried to distract myself with different activities, but nothing works. It's frustrating because I know I'm capable of so much more, but I just can't get out of this funk.
Liu looked at me like I had horns growing on my head and couldn't believe what he heard.
A blowjob did this to you. What will happen if you kiss him? Liu looks at me in concern. I haven't felt this strongly about someone for a while.
"It is driving me crazy to think about," I replied, sighing. "What am I getting myself into? What will happen if I kiss him? I don't know if I'm ready for the consequences of this."
He finally said, after looking at me for a long time, "You should talk to him tonight." It might be a wise idea to find out what he's thinking and if he has the same feelings for you. That way, you can make an informed decision."
"Okay," I said, feeling like a love-sick poppy. I had butterflies in my stomach, and my heart was pounding. I knew if I kissed him, it would be a big step towards a relationship. I could only hope that I was making the right decision and that he was feeling the same way.
Finally, it was night, and the stars shone brightly in the sky. I was eagerly waiting for this moment to arrive—the moment to meet my mysterious lover. I had been thinking about this moment since morning, and now it was finally here. I got dressed in my most elegant attire and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked swell, and I knew it.
As I stepped out of the house, the cool breeze hit me. I felt a shiver down my spine as I walked towards the car. My brother had already started the engine, and I hopped in without a second thought. Everyone was already in their cars. My mind drifted back to how his hands felt on my skin. I didn't know when we arrived until my brother tapped me on the shoulder to tell me we were there. I looked out the window and saw the beauty of the night sky, and I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. I knew this would be a night I would never forget. My brother smiled at me. I smiled back and stepped out of the car. We stood there silently, taking in the beauty of the night sky, before we entered the club.
The atmosphere had changed dramatically from the previous day. The light filtering through the windows had a different hue, casting an eerie glow on everything in the room. As I walked through the crowds, the scent of sin hung heavy in the air, a pungent aroma that clung to my skin and clothes.
Suddenly, I caught a whiff of a different scent, one that was familiar and intoxicating. It was the scent of my mysterious lover, and it enveloped me completely. For a moment, I was lost in the sensation, but just as quickly as it had come, the scent disappeared, leaving me with a sense of longing and a desire to be reunited with my enigmatic partner.
Despite the overwhelming feeling of desire that consumed me, I knew I had to keep moving forward, navigating through the twisted crowds. The scent of sin lingered, a reminder of the darkness around me.
Our table was a bustling hub of activity, filled with a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Glasses clinked together as the cocktails flowed freely and the music pulsated in the background. Despite the lively atmosphere, however, my thoughts were elsewhere. I couldn't help but feel distracted and preoccupied, lost in my own thoughts.
As the night wore on, the crowd around us only grew larger, and the noise level rose to a deafening pitch. But even as I tried to lose myself in the festivities, my mind wandered back to my own lust.
The night was alive with the sounds of music and distant laughter. Wen whispered something to a guy beside him and my brother and then looked at me. I could tell by his expression that he meant for me to follow him.
Without hesitating, I stood up from my seat, and we headed towards the tall oak door. As we walked, I couldn't help but feel excitement and anticipation.
I approach stall number 15, knowing I don't need to choose. The familiar scent engulfs me, and it immediately relaxes my senses. My beast calms down, and I feel at ease. I don't have to worry about making decisions; I can just enjoy the moment and let the scent take over. It reminds me of a simpler time, a time when I didn't have to worry about anything. The scent is like an old friend, comforting and reliable. I take a deep breath and savor the aroma, knowing I will always return to stall number 15.
But when I calm down, I can sense his unhappiness. I can't help but wonder what caused his unhappiness. Is it related to the stall? Or perhaps something else causes distress?
Are you okay? I ask quickly, wanting to know what's making him unhappy as it affects my own emotions.
"He quickly scribbled on a piece of paper and handed it to me. It said, "I'm okay, just some creepy guy at the bar that scares me."
"What does he look like?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm even as jealousy burned in my veins.
He quickly scribbled on another piece of paper and handed it to me. It said, "He's creepy-looking, short, and smells like death with pale skin." I clenched my fists and let out a menacing growl. "Don't worry, I'll take care of him. All short, pale vampires are now in trouble."
He quickly scribbled on another piece of paper and handed it to me. It said, "Are you okay? What was that sound?" I forced a smile and replied, "I'm fine; I'm just jealous that others get to see you, but I don't."
He quickly scribbled on another piece of paper and handed it to me. It said, "Don't worry, you will see me soon. But I like it like this; it's thrilling." I couldn't help but smile as I heard him giggle lightly. The sound of his laughter sent a wave of warmth through my body.
It means he likes me too. I can't help but feel excited and happy just imagining him returning my affections. I want to do anything to make him smile and show him that I care. I can't help but feel a little bit of jealousy when I think of him with someone else, but I know that if he likes me too, then I should trust him and show him that I'm worth his time and attention.
Apart from telling me your name and talking, you'll do whatever I say? The feelings of jealousy make me think like a 16-year-old boy in love.
He scribbled on a piece of paper that read, "Yes, I will do whatever you say."
As soon as I breathed in his scent, my beast calmed down. I knelt down and said, "Allow me to give you a blowjob; no notes to argue." I added.
He gasped sharply, and I could hear his heart racing with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.
He sent a note saying, "I've never done this before." I smiled. I was happy that I was the first to do this to him. I felt honored that he trusted me enough to let me experience something first with him. I wanted to make it a special moment for him.
"It's okay," "I'll take care of you. Just relax and enjoy it." I said, and excitement was evident in my voice. He was quiet for a while before I heard movement, and he was in front of me. I slowly moved closer to him. I could feel my heart racing as I took his manhood into my hands.
His scent has become stronger now that he is so close to me, and when I took him into my mouth, he gasped sharply. I felt him shudder as my tongue explored and moved around him. His hands suddenly slammed against the wooden door as I increased the pressure and intensity of my movements, making the sound echo through the room. He let out a deep moan as I heard him tremble, and I felt him grow larger, and he finally let go, his screams of pleasure filling the room. I smiled, satisfied with the result of my work. His breathing was heavy as I slowly released him from my grasp. He came much sooner than I had expected. This made me realize that he had not exaggerated when he said this was his first time.
His skin felt different, like he had scars on his body, but it was still smooth. It sent tingles down my body as I watched my erection grow. His scent was intoxicating. I could feel his heart racing.
After he calmed down, he sent me a note saying, "Let me make you cum too. I want you to experience the same pleasure that I did. Let me take care of you in the same way you took care of me."
The note he wrote made me happy. It's a small gesture, but it goes a long way toward brightening my day. However, today is all about him.
"Today is about you, my darling."
I laughed at myself and replied, "We can take care of me tomorrow." I said as I handed him a thousand-dollar bill.
He pushed my hand back and hastily scribbled on a note. "Don't worry about the money.
"If you don't take it, I'm not coming back here again," I said firmly.
He scribbled on another note and sent, "Please."
"Tell me your name or take the money," I said sternly.
He collected the money and handed me a note with a smiley face. "Thank you so much," it read. I smiled back and said, "You're welcome."