Birthday Girl

I want a life I never want to take a vacation from. That’s my goal.

“Now I’m simply terrified for every woman I see you with,” I continue, “but also secretly smiling, because I know after they fake how much they love your cock in bed, they’re in the bathroom, fingering themselves to a mental image of any guy in town who’s not you.”

“How I feel absolutely nothing for you now.”

Yes, Mrs. Tate. After I do the dishes, I have to do Mr. Lawson, so…

Another text beeps in.

And don’t jerk off, it says.

better wake up and find her on my dick in the morning or no one is safe tomorrow.

I have a raging hard-on. What would she do if I broke down the door right now? Shit!

She just tsks. “I’d like to, baby, but…” She sighs. “The dance is over, and you’re not allowed to touch the girls.” And then she winks at me. “’Night, sugar.”

I yank at the door. “Jordan,” I bark. “What the fuck?”

Don’t come without me