64: Can't get it up

ALEX

My mind was a mess, every corner of it was ridden with memories of her and all the insane things her body did to me.

I couldn't think straight, and each time I thought I was, she crept in and I got lost in thoughts afresh.

All of it made no sense, how did I get here? To this point where Scarlett, the materialistic whore was an obsessive thought? It was fucking annoying, she of all people should be at the farthest ends of my mind.

But strangely, I’d grown addicted to the thoughts of her. Each time I relived a scene where I was fucking her, my entire body got heated and my dick was begging to be slid into her again. Most times it got so bad that I had to stroke myself to the thought of her wet, tight pussy clenching around my length mercilessly like it usually did.

No matter what I did, I couldn’t fight off the urge to touch her again. She was every fucking where, in my dreams, in the bottom of my martini, in my head, in the blank worksheets, and in the bathroom mirrors.

My entire