Fighting the Past

JAMES

Jenna sent me a text message which I read hours after we got home. She wanted to see me, to talk. Yeah, like hell she wanted to talk. I couldn’t sleep and went prowling around the house and that’s when I heard Destiny moaning in her sleep. Was I tempted to go to her? Fuck, yes. I wanted to go into her room and make her moan out my name like I heard her while I took her little virgin pussy. But of course, I didn’t. Instead, I went to work off steam at my gym, pumping iron until I almost fainted from exhaustion.

Seeing her this morning was too much for me to take. I needed to get out of the house. Standing so close to me, her sweet intoxicating scent filling my nostrils I almost gave up my resolve to never again kiss her. My Hayabusa ate up the road as I took the turns and curves almost touching the tar with my knee. Speed have always been my escape, trying to outrun my demons.

I was on my way to see Jenna. At least the bitch had the presence of mind to book a place in another hot